Until We Meet Novels & Stories

I'm just grateful it's not Aurora or Lyra. We are given five minutes to talk to our partner and prepare a time to meet tomorrow to discuss the event in more detail. We agree to meet just before breakfast and then head back to our rooms.

She rubs down to my back and smack my butt before covering the bottle. " Silly." I mumble and sleep on my back as i stretch my body on the towel. " So what's gonna happen once we go back to New York?" Piper asks. " Simple , we gonna read for exams all night." Brandon says and rolls his eyes at us. He gives us our drinks and we sit up. I fold my legs and glance around the beach. My phone rings and I look down at the dialer. Gray. I stand up and excuse the guys to answer.

We’re held together by love and faith. We finished our supper while watching the evening news. But Lucas’s words stayed in my mind. Your man is close… you’ll meet him in five days. I bit my lower lip and looked out the window, quietly whispering a prayer in my heart. I want to meet you too... whoever you are.

When the helicopter was taking off, Albert finally looked up from where he was and their glance met briefly before he turned his attention to his officer who came to him. They were two hearts too prideful to reach out sincerely to each other. Pride goes before fall and their ego will be the end of a beautiful friendship or a relationship. Fate and pride don’t go hand in hand but can’t function without the other in real life because we all meet to separate and they also separate to meet. It might be fate or destiny but they will surely meet again in the future.

“We need to meet. And immediately. Meet me at the clearing to the end of the forest by twelve tonight. We have a lot to talk about.” With that, I dropped the call.

I don't want a single barrier between us right now. At some point, I know we'll be making a few phone calls. I still haven't met her parents and she hasn't met mine. But we'll get to it later, because at this moment, she's only mine.

Something that calls to me even when I know I shouldn’t answer. But tonight, I didn't ask. I don’t speak. We walk in silence, two strangers bound by secrets neither will ever fully share. And as the sound of the sea fades behind us, I realize that this, this quiet, aching distance is all we’ll ever be.

"Can you meet me at our spot in an hour?" The mention of "our spot" brought a flood of memories. It was a quiet park bench near the river, where Kevin and I had spent many hours talking, laughing, and growing closer. I quickly replied, "Of course, I'll be there." With our plans set, I continued shopping, my mind still on the upcoming meeting with Ann and the surprise Kevin had in store for me. The supermarket was bustling with shoppers, each absorbed in their own world, and I couldn't help but think about the intricate web of lives that intersected in this bustling city.

"Sorry Mr. Richardson, it won't happen again." "It better not, now continuing….," then we started learning about figures I have no hope in understanding. After the bell rang we all found each other at a corner of the hall we have chatted in the morning to which Penny said, "This is our spot from now on. It will be our meeting spot!" Clapping her hands. "Let's go now, I'm exhausted." Said Isa. I have to agree with that; I am also indeed exhausted. "So whose house are we meeting in this week?" Asked Sam before we part ways.

"But we're dealing with something none of us understand." The group fell into frustrated silence. We had discovered so much, yet still couldn't explain the most crucial detail. I grabbed my phone and typed out a message to Damon with trembling fingers: "We need to talk. Meet me at the hot spring behind the cave where we first met. Please. It's important." I stared at the screen, waiting anxiously for a response. Seconds stretched into minutes, each one feeling like an eternity of uncertainty. Finally, three dots appeared. Then a single word: "Fine."