The Stopover Novels & Stories

It was during the sitting room, wiping down the coffee table, that my mind drifted. The hotel corridor. His hand around mine in the parking structure. The backseat of the car and then the hotel room and the way he had looked at me in the dark before— I straightened up. “Stop it,” I said out loud to the empty room. “Stop thinking about that, you perverted mind.” I went back to wiping the table. Two minutes later I was thinking about the balcony. His arms around me when my feet finally hit solid ground. The way he had held me without making it into anything, without saying a word—

I stepped back without a word. Her expression froze before irritation spread across her face. “Shane, we are already married. So what if I did not save my first time for you? Do you need to make such a big deal out of this? You managed to hold back for five years. Why are you acting like this now?” I stayed silent. Suzanna opened her mouth to continue. Before she could speak again, Eric walked out without a shirt and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Suzanna… help me…”

“Aren't you done playing this game, Infinity? This one-month thing is a big nuisance for me.” He said it was an important call. And it was Grace. "W-We’re not going to stay here for the whole month. We will return to Manila after 15 days. You can attend to your work while we are there.” "I can't wait to leave this place. I can't wait to end this." Infinity gasped for air as if her breathing was cut off because of what he said. But she didn't show it. She just smiled at him and acted as if she was okay.

Unable to contain himself, Lucas cried out with tears in his eyes, "Mother, why can't you see how hard Father and I have tried?" Leon, having grown more composed, paused in thought before saying, "Amelia, I know you're just angry right now. Lucas and I will wait for you. "If you change your mind, just come to the second SUV at the town entrance." I ignored him, then turned around and went home to pack. The next morning, I carried my bag to the convoy. When Leon and Lucas saw me coming, they both smiled with relief. Lucas sneered. "Looks like even after six years, Mother still hasn't outgrown her habit of saying one thing and meaning another!"

Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please..." " It's not the right time. I have to go home and do it." He says. I can hear the confusion in his voice. I continue the poem in my head. 'Will you please... stay.' Yes, that's it! I need to note this down. I grab a sticky note which I store in my pocket. I write down 'stay' with my the only pen I have, a red ballpoint.

It seemed to be a common phrase anytime she became too quiet. She nodded her head with a hopeful smile, "Yeah, just appreciating the change of scenery." The ride to the Pittsburg area airport was about an hour long. Except the vehicle that they were in didn't follow the line of traffic into the departure zone. It hooked a left and continued down a narrow road with a tall chainlink fence and multiple open fields on either side of them. Each gate had a large white plaque out front, with a different letter from the alphabet painted on them. The car stopped in front of the entrance labeled with the letter 'H' while a man wearing a security uniform dragged the gate open, letting them in but keepi

Healthy people eat and drink as usual. Until the plane is going to be stopped. Transit in Hong Kong. This is the matter Daisy Nguyen hates the most. She wanted to non-stop flight. To the ordinary people, after a few hours to be eaten and drunk. Then they are so happy to take photos, visit some nice places, post them on social networks to show off to their friends and family. They experienced wonderfully. Or they thought They had money to live no thinking. It will take several hours to wait. While Daisy has an empty stomach, too hungry and moldy. She does not have the strength to drag, how to go.

I spoke into the air as I drove down the interstate heading back to Geneva Key. "Well, that wouldn't do me any good. Where would I go? Hang out in the terminals?" "Have you ever wondered if people do that? Like just spend days wandering around the airport? It would be a safe place for homeless people to go. Why don't people do that?" I'd drifted off topic, only realizing it when Cora laughed on the other end. It was the first bit of humor I'd heard from her since she called. "Squirrel much?" She referred to the rabbit trail I'd wandered off on with that diatribe.

Or a whole month in the dark. I swallowed hard, my heart hammering uncontrollably. I pulled up our original flight booking, and it was December 18. The actual departure date was January 22. My fingers hovered over the mouse, trembling in ways I never imagined, before finally clicking through the rescheduling details. I saw manual rescheduling, and payment authorization. The communication was direct with the airport officials, and all approved by Damon. I shut my eyes, hoping it would clear when I finally opened them, but it didn't. The snow didn’t trap us as he said. He actually did.

"Anyway, I asked the doctor today. The baby's healthy, so we could…" "Get out." The words came out cold and flat. Maddy froze, thinking she had heard wrongly. But the next second, Jason shoved her away. "Get out. Don't make me say it again." She stared at him, trembling slightly. This was the first time the man who had always indulged her, who would overturn all of Gunnerson just to suit her moods, felt like a stranger. Just then, the sharp ring of a phone shattered the silence. "Mr. Schwartz, I'm Dr. Terence Howe. Ms. Hart hasn't come back for a follow-up after her last procedure. I haven't been able to reach her."