This Wasn't My Plan Novels & Stories

It seemed like a pretty simple plan, and we were confident it would go smoothly. Spoiler alert. It did not.

she replied. I nodded once. “Good,” I said. But as I walked away, I realized something I had not fully admitted before. This did not feel like just a plan anymore. And I was not sure when that changed.

Yes. There would be no one to grab my collar. Or look at me like I was the only person that could save her. No part of me was okay with that. This wasn't part of the plan. This wasn't part of the plan.

she pressed. I shook my head slightly. “I don’t have one.” Her eyes widened. “You don’t have a plan?” “No.” “Ethan—” “I didn’t think it would get this far,” I admitted. "I wasn't expecting him to be here and like... this." Kael frowned. “Then what were you planning to do? Just… show up and hope for the best?” I didn’t answer because… yeah, kind of. Sarafina ran a hand through her hair.

About the specific ugliness that lived in me that could stand at a kitchen window in a quiet apartment and issue the instruction I was about to issue. "Then it doesn't stay clean," I said. I hung up. I set the phone down on the table beside the untouched glass of water. I stood in the kitchen for a long moment. The plan was the plan. It had always been the plan. There was no version of this that ended differently for Ravenna Solace — not because I wanted it to, not because I was incapable of understanding what I was doing, but because wanting and understanding were both irrelevant when the plan required something.

“ Well, uh……. the plan? The plan. Yes, the plan. The plan was to uh……..it was to uh…….”, I never knew that I stammered, not until that moment, “you know what? I don't have any plan. Not right now. I haven't had time to come up with any, so yeah, but I will, I will come up with one”. “ When?” Hakim asked with a smug look on his face.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had already gone wrong. And this night…. Wasn’t going to go the way I planned.

The plan is the plan. I close my eyes. I don't resolve it.

Even though the man had never done anything that made him angry and disappointed. Frederick stood up, he approached the figure of his right hand. Then patted his shoulder and walked towards the window which was still closed by the curtain. “I am old and aging, my plans are also not as good as when I was young. The older I get, the more the plans I come up with take into account everyone who will be involved. Then, you think. What plan should we do to get rid of those two humans? If they've been eliminated, then there's nothing we need to do anymore, I know my life isn't that long. And we better get this over with!”

he twisted his head so I couldn't see his face anymore and muttered under his breath, "I didn't think that far ahead." "You what?" The absurdity of the whole situation didn't seem to miss me. His plan wasn't foolproof and he didn't have a plan B. These people already hated me. I was literally about to go swimming with the sharks with an injury hoping they wouldn't get tempted to attack me by the scent of my blood.