Ambiguous Relationship Novels & Stories

Especially that day at the hotel when he said ambiguous words to help her, so the manager misunderstood them. "The relationship between us?" "The manager must have misunderstood our relationship because of the ambiguous words you said to me that day." She looked up and said, "Actually, our relationship is really normal..." Kingsley asked, "How do you define the so-called normal relationship?" "We are ordinary friends." She thought about it. They had met so many times that they could indeed be described as friends. "I have a crush on you..." He said. He narrowed his eyes slightly and fixed his deep eyes on her.

Any woman would be confused by the displays of mixed signals from men. “It's true, I can't understand you and I don't seem to understand you anymore. Maybe it's better if you just talk to me the way you talked to me before. Stop giving me mixed signals, Byron because I can easily fail. ” Byron couldn't speak immediately when Amanda suddenly came out of the office, leaving him confused as well. "What did I say?" Byron asked himself. He sighed and looked at the ointment cream he was holding,she didn't give it to Amanda so he did nothing but throw it on the floor.

“I don’t want him…” The words trailed off but Amanda waited. “But I don’t want him to stop being…” I exhaled, searching for the right word and failing. “Whatever he was.” “A problem?” Amanda offered. “A pest?” A small, tired smile tugged at my lips. “Something like that.” She hummed. “That ain’t confusing at all.” “It is confusing,” I said, lowering my voice as the receptionist looked up at me. “And I don’t have the energy to figure it out right now.”

He stretched out his hand to him. "You're not happy to see me?" A little disappointment was evident in his voice "Don't mind him" August said as he was looking for what to offer Emmanuel in the bar. "He's moody over a lady* "A lady?" He sat across Marcus "I don't understand" "Exactly what I meant, fun fact the lady isn't his girlfriend" August explained. Trying so hard not to laugh " the girl rejected him?" "No, the matter is more complicated than it seems, but for a fact the girl likes him" August moved to the sitting room eitb two glasses of wine, he didn't bother to offer Marcus, he knew he wasn't in the mood to drink anything.

But they were never both in any case. But they were always in sync, that was something they couldn't cover wherever they went. And the only cases or scenarios whereby they painfully had to disagree on their opinions was when they didn't understand the situation clearly. Which had only happened twice through out their life times up until now. And at the moment, they were about to disagree on something because of the same reason. They didn't understand the situation on ground. So when they had to speak, they said different words of different meanings. Antonymous sentences that totally contradicted eachother.

“Where are you going Iris?” “I am going to go dance,” I spoke flatly. He tilted his head, confused. I tried to sum it up for him. “Are you going to join me or should I find someone else to dance with?” A look appeared on his face. I couldn’t tell you if it was anger, annoyance, or even just complete shock. He closed his mouth, before standing up. He took hold of my hand, before looking down at them.

“It’s done.” Sebastian met his gaze. “No.” A pause. “It’s defined.” Silence. Amelia stepped closer, her presence no longer peripheral. “Which is more dangerous?” she asked quietly. Sebastian’s eyes moved to her. “Definition removes ambiguity,” he said. “But it also removes flexibility.” Julian’s voice was steady. “And forces accountability.” A beat. Sebastian nodded slightly. “Yes.” The three of them stood there for a moment. Not as opponents.

The temptation flickered across faces, not for power. For efficiency. “Endorsement simplifies,” Eamon said carefully. “And centralizes,” Mara replied from across the table. Silence. Lily stepped closer, not to decide. To ask. “What would endorsement solve?” she said. “Clarity,” Eamon answered quickly. “For them,” she asked. “Or for us?” He paused. “For both.” “Or,” she suggested gently, “would it solve ambiguity by creating hierarchy?” No accusation. Just question. The team exchanged glances.

That unclear want created unclear results. "Small Hope, you are angry. You want anger to go away. What happens?" Twilight asked. Baby Hope thought. Remembered. "Anger becomes real. Becomes a monster. Becomes dangerous." "Yes. Because wanting anger to go away is not a clear intention. Does 'go away' mean disappear? Does 'go away' mean become something else? Does 'go away' mean leave you and become external? Unclear want creates unclear result. Creates danger. Creates accidents. That is why intention matters. Why is a clear desire essential? Why is understanding exactly what you want before using power necessary?"

Frowning deeply I clenched my jaw tight, was he making fun of me right now, what was so funny about what I had said? “If not kill me then what!?” I said instantly annoyed with him. Looking up at me he sighed as another sheepishly looking smile spread across his face, “You’re virginity is the fascination Laya, I think if I mate you it might remove the fascination,” “Mate me... what does that mean?” Nodding he smirked as he looked at me expectantly. “Laya you're a hybrid, do you not understand how things work?” Swallowing hard I looked down. "Besides being a freak, a virus, something that shouldn’t exist. What else is there to undertand?”