Admission Is A Waste Of Time Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The first real encounter between the life I was building and the life I had come from, both of them standing in the same room at the same time, unable to pretend the other did not exist. And Adrian's pause at the doorway - that barely-there, almost-invisible moment of hesitation - told me something important about what was coming. This was not a closed chapter. It was an opening. The kind that does not announce itself loudly, but quietly rearranges everything that follows.

For now. END OF CHAPTER 4

"Mr. Everett, the baby is innocent. The doctor said that if Clementine gets an abortion, it will be very difficult for her to get pregnant again in the future…" He looked up at me with tears streaming down his face. "I don’t need status or anything else, all I want is for Clementine to give birth to our baby and..." I fixed a look at him. He was a twenty-two-year-old fresh graduate. Just from looking at his eyes, I could tell he was a young grasshopper who had yet to be exposed to the harsh realities of the world. "Do me a favor and get up first." Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and cried out sharply, "I won’t get up until you say yes!

The forty-seven seconds and the fine and the first October are not hidden — they are the ground of the arriving thing, part of the structure visible, part of the bones that were worth showing. He thought about what it had taken to put them there. He looked at Adrian, who was looking at the shelf with the expression of someone who had made a correct structural decision and felt the weight redistributed, the load in its right place. "Thank you," Adrian said. Not the social thanks. The real kind. "You did it," Daniel said. "I only asked the question." "Yes," Adrian said. "But the question was the thing." End of Chapter One Hundred and Seven

“Inside. If you want.” He entered slowly, as if respecting the boundary mattered more than the invitation. And in that small, quiet entry, the war changed shape. Not over. Not finished. But no longer defining the air we breathed. Because tonight, for the first time in weeks, the only thing that mattered was a door I could open—and the people I chose to let in. —End Chapter 30

Javan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion wondering if it was . And Addison came in slowly through the slightly open door. “Hello.” She said giving a tiny wave. . Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And if you can, please support me by dropping a comment or gems <3... sincerely, Kamara. . More gems=more chapters. . TBC

"I hope you came here early. I'm going to be late." Mathilda only laughed, thoroughly amused by my panic, as she perched herself on my swivel chair and casually scanned my entire room. "Chill, Em," she joked. "It's your first day, they won't mind if you're a little late." I rolled my eyes at Mathilda. I don't want to make a bad impression. Today is the first day that I will begin working in the homestead clinic. My schedule will likely alter next month, and I'll likely be doing my duties at the center. Speaking of which, the thought of last night hurt my heart.

This was just the beginning. --- End of Chapter 3

⚠️ EXPLICIT CHAPTER WARNING ⚠️ This chapter contains graphic sexual content and dark themes. If you’re under 18 or uncomfortable with explicit scenes, do not read this chapter. Chapter 11 Vermont’s POV The room Adrian had prepared looked normal at first. At first glance, it looked like every other room in the palace. Same walls. Same quiet. Same faint smell of polish and old stone. I almost missed it until my eyes landed on the bed. Instead of the four-post curtains every other room had, this one was bare. Chains hung from each end, thick and heavy, bolted so tight they wouldn’t come loose no matter how hard I pulled.