Novels by anayawrites

How many rational excuses can I use to get out of this meeting?"Dad, I'm so sorry, but I actually planned to hang out with my friend Claire," I lie."Nice try," he says sternly.Drake purses his lips in amusement, probably thinking about how juvenile this all is."You know where to meet me," he says before hanging up quickly after."Shit," I mutter after the dial tone."You okay?" he asks, with no sign of sarcasm or plain disinterest."Yeah, I'll be fine," I clasp my hands, shutting myself off emotionally. Before turning to leave, I stutter, "I-I'll think about the yearlong internship."He

“Iced Matcha Latte for Gen,” Sarah calls. I didn’t even know what Matcha was. I just googled it while waiting for my drink, but I felt like I needed a change. I’m not the Caramel Macchiato Genevieve anymore. It’s weird to say, but it’s true. Crushed tea leaves. The color puts me off, but I’ll try it. I’ve already invested $4.50 into the new me. And Sarah didn’t even add a demeaning nickname to my cup. Progress? I think she moved onto a new victim to torment. I don’t have any fight left in me. I sip the drink slowly, and it’s pleasantly sweet. A little green tasting… don’t ask. It tastes like nature, but not in a gross way. Starting up the car, I head into the city. Approaching the office building that I had a key to just a few months ago, I sigh. I hate awkward interactions, but it’s time. I buzz the gate, stating my name. I was skeptical about if they would remember me, but the guard let me right in. I park in my usual

Without looking back, I lead him to grandma’s pool house.We never break the kiss as we continue down the stone path. I consider skinny dipping, but it’s November, and the pool is closed. Luckily, the pool house is open. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his. His hands trail my body, over my hips, over my chest—my ass.I just know his face is some smeared, muted shade of my lipstick.I’ve never done something like this. I’ve never just taken risks for the hell of it.He pushes me onto one of the couches and peels my dress up.“Wait,” I say, breathlessly panting.“Something wrong?” he whispers roughly. He’s panting, too—hard.I can see that he already has a yellow wrapper from his wallet. This is really happening.“Are you—”“No,” I say.“—okay?” he finishes.“Oh,”

“Grandma’s or grandpa’s?” I ask.“Hmm?” mom mumbles as she puts on another layer of makeup.“Which one should we go to first?”Great—another reminder that marriage doesn’t last—at least in her eyes. She told me about her big romantic awakening with dad. How he promised never to hurt her like my grandparents did each other. How he promised to love her till death do them part.In her eyes, it’s all a lie, and I’m starting to think so, too.So, here we are: picking which Thanksgiving to go to first, not mentioning dad, and pretending like everything’s okay.I’m avoiding my “friends,” and mom has a new guy over every week: perfectly normal. And clarentonsecrets—aka. My best friend—is here to document it all.“Let’s go to grandma’s,” she chrips.She’s always been her favorite, seeing as gran

NovemberDrakes POV“How much do you want us to take out?” The overalled man grumbles, clutching a clipboard.“Everything. Take out all the office supplies, except for the desk. Put it in a box, and leave it in my office,” I say.I haven’t seen her since she sent me that email: “Going to have to take the day off tomorrow. Family emergency.”All the interns headed back to school or to wherever they traveled from before starting here, including her… I guess. We’re closing the office, and this is my last thing to do before going en route to the dreaded family Thanksgiving.

“I think you missed the exit,” I whine. We’ve been on the road for at least 40 minutes. “I know the way to my friend—and co-worker’s—house, thank you very much,” Don smizes.I roll my eyes. “Would you rather be wrong or late?”She huffs and takes the nearest exit, while I refresh the navigation. Eventually, we end up in Stevie’s neighborhood in some obscure town in New Jersey.As soon as we park in front of the house, the door swings open, but it’s Stevie instead of his brother. They’re roommates.“H-Hey, Don. Gen,” he smiles gingerly.

And they lived happily ever after... not. After finding out some screwed up things about their pasts, themselves, and the state of the country, Kara, Shawn, and the gang have more to go through. Kara and Shawn's New New World won't go as easily as planned, and they need to find their way out of a global mess.Will Kara and Shawn's relationship survive in the world where equality reigns?What new obstacles and people will they meet on their journey?What do the new realizations they've made mean for them in the world they've created?Find out in the 2nd book: Chasing Time -- chapters will likely be out on November 27th.Thanks for reading. Please leave a review.

July 2040~Next Week Friday~Kara's POV:Tonight is the night. We will finally go through with our plans, and I don't feel an ounce of guilt.Just because Shawn and I were the only ones to figure out how fucked up this all is, it doesn't mean it's any less fucked.We've been talking a lot this past week--going on little food dates, shopping, any situation where we could hang out together really. I would go grocery shopping with this guy if it meant we could walk around in each other's arms, occasionally staring into the other's eyes and thinking about how much we like each other. I'd seen the sides of him that he usually concealed, and I love being that special person that he could confide in at times.Maybe he was right... I am one of those people? I try not to get too mushy around him, but it's all still going on in my head.To my parents, he's my "friend." They don't know exactly what I do

Shawn gives me a worried expression. "Everything okay?" he whispers.I nod yes.Clearing my throat, I hold out my hand to shake hers, "Hello, we were here yesterday. We've come back to talk to Terra Thompson again," I smile at my young mother. She hasn't even met dad yet. What if I did something to alter her life, and she doesn't meet him? Then I wouldn't have been born... I would cease to exist..."Are you okay? You're looking a bit sick," she says warmly. If only she knew."Fine. Can you point us into her direction?" I respond curtly.She smiles and points to Jack's mom-to-be. "Thank you."We enter and she recognizes us immediately. As she's approaching us, Shawn pulls me aside, "I hope I'm not overwhelming you or anything," he says."Huh?""I mean, we've started this thing a little early. I hope it doesn't seem like I just want to serve myself with all of this. It's still a while before we planned to do this, but if we talk

2024"AAHHH!" I scream.Why the fuck didn't anyone tell me this would be so painful? I grab onto one of the nurses. "Help me!"She stammers, "Ma'am, as I've told you, there's nothing more I can do. You already took an epidural. If I give you any more medicine, your life will be at risk," she says matter of factly.Fuck her. Fuck this. I'm in a random building in the middle of nowhere, pushing a baby through a keyhole. Fuck Harry.Fuck this country. Tears are streaming through my ears and the only support I have is from my assistant--and that's because I threatened his job. I have to give birth in this remote location so that no one knows I've gotten pregnant. Even though technically we've reformed, getting knocked up is not a good look for me as president--the first female president of the United States. No one will know about this--no one."AAHH!" I let out a short shriek."He's coming down," that bitch nurse says lowly.

December 31st, 2020Lacey's POV:It's a cold, crisp morning: a pleasant time for change. The majority of citizens is ready for it, and the rest need to get on board. We are trailblazing today.We started with private loans and donations from supporters for the cause, and now we have government funding. I moved out of that messy dorm and into a modern themed condo in northwest D.C.Terra moved in downstairs with Harry. I can't believe that relationship lasted this long. I thought one would have cut the other loose by now. Instead, everyone has to watch their toxic relationship from the sidelines. One moment, they're in love, talking about their kids' names. The next moment, they hate each other, and he comes running back to me. I wonder if Terra knows where he goes in the middle of the night during their fights. After 3 years, it's still upstairs, in my apartment, where he escapes to. Every time it's: "I'm fucking done with her";

I'm laying in his arms as he massages the back of my hand with his thumb. I could stay in this cuddling position forever. Secretly, he's such a softy. "One of those people", he called me when we went back in time. He is, too. I put my underwear and bra back on because I felt a little awkward. No matter how open we are, I still think I'll be self conscious about my body. Society says we're not supposed to be. "Be confident", my mom reminds me. But it's not that easy. Even before Andrew's party, I questioned wearing that yellow two piece... I was so relieved when Shawn offered me his flannel.Some candles flicker on the bedside table. "You lit candles," I smile.He frowns, rolling his eyes, "What?""You're so romantic," I coo."No," he affirms, "I just happen to like candles."I giggle. "Leave me alone," he hits me on the head with a pillow."Don't be embarrassed to admit that you have a soft side, Shawn. I won't tell anyone," I zip acro