Decisive Novels & Stories

Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtain forbidden knowledge. The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I cannot walk away from the scene. I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding . This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.

she announced as I drove off and I frowned not being able to tell how she felt about it with those four words. "Why did you think?" "Her poems are...different," she mumbled and I laughed slightly. "Different bad or different good?" "Different interesting," "Do you have a favourite quote or did you-" "When anger spreads inside your breast keep watch against an idly barking tongue," "Page 19," I mumbled and she laughed "You memorized the book?" "It's a good book," "I won't disagree," she mumbled and I glanced over to her meeting her gaze for a split second.

Jesse leaned beside him. “To what?”Marcus pointed.“To the idea that something is adapting to them.”That loop changed everything.Everlyn watched a live discussion from one of the largest councils.A woman stood in front of a crowd, speaking clearly:“If something is influencing us, then we need to make our decisions harder to predict.”The crowd murmured.Then nodded.Another voice added,“Disagree more. Not less.”

He was a key piece, one that needed to be carefully maneuvered, or removed altogether. The figure watched as the man’s car disappeared around a corner, then turned away from the window, moving to a desk cluttered with documents, maps, and a laptop. They sat down and began typing, their fingers moving swiftly over the keys. Each keystroke was a calculated move in the intricate chess game they were playing—a game where every player was a potential pawn or a threat.

She stood in the middle of the room and turned to face him. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" she asked him. Joey took a deep breath. "Look, Penny" he began, "I know that you are mad" "You know nothing, Joseph Raines" Penny cut in, "You have no idea how mad I am. How long have you been planning this. I know it wasn't a decision you made out of blue because I know you, Joey, and you won't do something like that without giving it some thought"

The room felt like it was closing in on me, the darkness pressing closer with every second that ticked by. Alex Esposito—the man who thought he could use me as a pawn—was about to learn the hard way that I wasn’t the type to be easily manipulated. The door creaked open, and I turned my head just as Alex strode in, his every movement radiating the kind of detached confidence that only someone like him could pull off. He barely spared me a glance, his eyes sweeping the room like he was appraising a piece of his personal collection. Immaculate suit. Ice-cold demeanor. He looked every bit the ruthless heir to the Esposito empire—and he knew it.

I didn't even pause at the door so how did he manage to get it so fast. "What you just have to know is that Kennedy's work name is swift and that is because he's fast at everything especially theft abd breaking into things. He's one of the very best at what he does, taking your phone was a little challenge for him. Anyway now that your plan failed, what is it gonna be?" "What else? Isn't it glaring you won?" "What are you insinuating Mami?" I asked excitedly, Victory sure had a pleasant taste and I was reeling in it.

Deloris spoke my name in a steadfast tone as she touched Nox's shoulder and moved slowly toward me. She didn't stare at the beautiful face of the woman in the picture. If I didn't know her well, I'd say she didn't see it, but that wasn't true. Deloris Witt saw everything. She knew everything. In one glance she'd summed up what had happened—how my world had crumbled in a heap of broken dreams. Her conclusions were always correct.

Then he announced seriously, “I’ll consider matters based on your performance during this time and choose a woman that’s more suitable for me.” Kaitlyn’s smile froze as her face twitched. She was controlling herself to not lose her temper. I glanced coldly at Kaitlyn. “Look at the trashy man that you tried so hard to snatch from me. To be honest, I should be thanking you. If it were not for you, I wouldn’t be able to see his true colors.” Kaitlyn’s delicate face slowly became vicious. Aaron tightened his grip on her wrist as he reminded her not to lose her temper.

The walls of the secure penthouse felt like a shrinking cage trapping her inside a collapsing world where wealth dictated every outcome. "He is going to read the clauses on national television and there is nothing we can do to stop him from here," Gwen whispered with tears welling in her eyes. "Desmond just won the war because he holds the physical proof of the deception in his hands and we have no defense against his claims."