Ambiguous Novels & Stories

Minus “You wanna hear more?” I asked in disbelief. She raised an eyebrow. “I’m here, aren’t I?” “Flyin’ baby Jesus, Cricket. I can’t for the life of me figure out why?” “Would you make up your mind please, Minus,” Cricket ground out. “Do you want me to be a part of this, or not?” “Actually… I don’t know,” I admitted. “That’s not an answer!” she snapped.

It was like they had some barrier that was protecting them from my commands. Suddenly there are two more wolves who enter the arena. With the uncle they spread out and stalk around Ashley. Ashley remains calm, standing in one spot and assessing her situation. The uncle remains in front of her. If a wolf could smirk, you would see a smirk on his face right now. The uncle is confident he has won. A part of me fears he may be right.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝑬 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕… 𝑴𝑬: 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈—� �𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓… 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒚 🫢 I smirk the second I hit send, that slow, satisfied kind that creeps in when you know you’ve just said something you probably shouldn’t have but you meant every word of it.

By the time I finish, I am shouting. He stares at me, his eyes wide, as he processes what I am yelling at him. “You have no idea!” he finally says, and then I know he is planning to attempt to justify his actions. “You don’t know Julia like you think you do, Merriweather. She is manipulative, unpredictable, and unable to manage herself or her money. She may look like a beautiful woman, but when it comes to life, she is nothing more than a little girl. If you attempt to let her pursue her ambitions, I guarantee you, she will run you into the ground far more quickly than my lawyer Mr. Warren ever could!”

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Eli asked, and it was a genuinely curious question, not a challenge. "Because it compromises judgment," I said. "Because it makes decision-making unclear. Because it's a liability to the project." "Or," Eli said, "it could enhance the project. Because we clearly have complementary ways of approaching problems, and attraction is just another way we're connecting." "Attraction isn't professional," I said. "No," Eli said. "It's not. But it's not unprofessional either. It's just human. And pretending we're only professional might actually be the thing that compromises the project. Because we'd both be expending energy managing the attraction instead of directing it into the work."

ARIA'S POV I sat on the edge of the training bench, wrapping thick white athletic tape around my knuckles. I pulled the tape tight with my teeth, staring blankly at the dark rubber floor of the private gym. My chest felt heavy with a confusing mix of emotions. I absolutely hated how much I was starting to enjoy being around the brothers again. Every time I successfully convinced myself to stay angry at them, one of them would suddenly do something completely sweet or protective that made me lower my guard again.

I can’t see anything behind these layers of guilt, shame, and disappointment I feel for myself. The waves of anger which radiates from the hulking body a few feet in front of me doesn’t do anything to help, he is only making it worse. If Adrian is this furious, how about mom? Oh God. ****