Wayward Novels & Stories

It won’t be that difficult to follow them at this point and Aira will still be able to keep track of the taxi. “They’re turning left babe.” Aira said. Her gaze was firmly set on the taxi and she’s very focused right now which is commendable. We haven’t lost them yet and it’s been a few minutes already. I was unfamiliar with this part of the city so I really had to rely on Aira’s directions.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

I could see the road I usually came down and could make out the sidewalk fine enough. ​I don't waste any more time, not wanting to chance a light blowing or the true dark of night falling with me still trying to find my way out of it. Sassy walks lightly in front of me, her nose to the ground as she walks with eagerness. I keep my eyes up and alert, listening for the sound of steps behind me or unwelcome voices. My chest eases a bit when I find neither.

Aiden flushed, but before he could respond, a low sound rolled through the canyon— a distant rumble, like shifting stone. “Okay,” Dante said immediately, grabbing Aiden’s arm. “We’re not standing still here. Pick a path.” Aiden turned slowly, scanning each split with heightened senses. North—cold, faint static. East—fluttering vibration like whispered voices. South—nothing. Too quiet. West—heat, steady, familiar. “This way,” Aiden said, pointing west. “Why that one?” Dante asked. Aiden swallowed. “It feels… like home.”

It was time to put my big girl panties on and deal with my own situations by myself. I pulled into a bar parking lot and just set there. Before i could count to ten i changed my mind and decided to head home. I really wanted to avoid the situation longer but what the hell. Might as well get it over with. On the drive home, i thought about Micheal. Damn, I miss him. I wonder what he was doing. Had he moved on yet? It's crazy how one single thing could make you crave the touch of someone else. Guess it was just human natural. I really just needed a drink and a book.

“You have successfully weaponized your emotional withdrawal. The data is… sublime. But it does present a new problem.” “And what is that?” Kairi asked, his voice hoarse. “Momentum,” Silas said, gesturing to the bleak, featureless plain that stretched before us. “To reach the Weaver—the one who might grant us an audience with the deeper powers of this realm—we must cross the Plains of Apathy. And they are not crossed by those who already embody their essence.” I finally looked at the plain. It was a vast, grey expanse under a sky the color of unpolished lead. Nothing moved. Nothing grew. It was a landscape that mirrored the void I had cultivated within myself.

Kathy Pov It was past midnight, and the untouched glass of white wine on the coffee table glistened with condensation after five glasses, the dim light catching its pale surface. The clock’s ticking felt louder with every passing second, drilling into my restless mind. He couldn’t demand marriage, avoid me like a disease, then hug some bitch in the middle of the street as if I didn’t exist. Fury simmered hot in my veins.

I knew the pack they were talking about. "Take us to willow through the back of the Fire pack. We will come through the eastern forest. The road is not often used, and it is isolated, it would be a great entry point." I said to the driver and linked everyone on that trip to move in that direction. "Do you think it is wise?" Scott linked, and I said yes. "Marcus and Mason should have called me by now, something is off. I just need to be sure." I linked him.

And, I really want to poke their eyes right now. "Well, fine. At least we know now. And, you are finally a thing. Yeeeeeet!" Eve replied and smiled widely as she taunted me by poking my side. "Yeah! But damn, we need the official ship name. That should be decided now. Like, right now." France asserted and I just shrugged my shoulders. I don't wanna join in their bidding. "I agree. What about... Mattdan? Aidtel? No. Umm, Airid? No, that sounds like airhead. What about... Zavtel?" Eve suggested and I just made myself busy by counting the particles of dust in the air.

"It's okay, mhac. You can sleep now, ceann beag." "You've got a lot of Gaelic going on there, Rookie," Tiffany chides playfully, speaking slowly through the drugs. I chuckle because she's right. "I can't seem t'help it. I'm a lil overwhelmed right now." "Good overwhelmed, right?" I glance up, making eye contact and holding it. "The best overwhelmed I've ever been. I love you so much." "I love you too." Looking back down at our son, she adds, "I was thinking. What do you think about the name Cace?"