Ambivalence Book Novels & Stories

I murmured, more to myself than to Anneliese. She looked at me, one eyebrow raised, curious about my comment. “Why not?” she asked, in that calm tone that always made me feel like she knew more than she let on. “Because... because it’s dangerous. Anton… he’s not the kind of person who truly gets attached, Anneliese. He’s always had everything he wanted. And I can’t be just another thing for him to conquer and then discard.” Anneliese was silent for a moment, observing me. Then, with an almost conspiratorial smile, she said:

The library felt like a gift, and that was what made it dangerous. I moved slowly along the shelves, trailing my fingers across the spines of books. The contact sent a faint shiver through me, not pleasure exactly, but recognition. Something inside me loosened, not relief and not comfort, but a thin strand of control I had not realized was missing. The titles were familiar in tone if not in detail. Business. Finance. Strategy. Leadership. Negotiation. The kinds of books men like Jaden collected to justify their decisions after the fact, volumes that framed dominance as intelligence and conquest as foresight.

Daniel I rise abruptly, my hands trembling as I try to regain control. The atmosphere in Aurélie’s apartment is heavy, almost unreal. She has placed her words like stones in a calm stream, disrupting everything I thought I knew. Doubt grows within me, instilling an uncertainty I haven’t felt in a long time. But deep down, I know that it’s not just the truth I’m trying to uncover. No, I’m also on a far more personal, more intimate quest.

she stated, her tone earnest and resolute. Alex was initially hesitant. He had always been cautious about aligning himself with those who had once opposed him, wary of the potential backlash and the risk of being seen as compromising his principles. However, he recognized the potential for a powerful partnership. The issues they were discussing—healthcare reform, education equity, and criminal justice—were too important to let personal history dictate their actions. “This is about the people, not our egos,” Alex replied, feeling a sense of unity emerging as they began to brainstorm ways to tackle these pressing issues together.

I say with a hint of reluctance in my voice. “Uh if you say so” his brows furrow as he looks around my place. Dissecting every piece of evidence of my life on display. The self proclaimed art work, my colorful aesthetic. The clean order of my compulsion. Even the titles of my books nearly make me feel exposed. I continue searching the place. Huffing around in annoyance as I can’t seem to locate my keys. “Em, what’s wrong? Are you ready to go”? “I can’t find my keys Reed” I say annoyed

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

Cent placed her chin atop the back of her hand, her elbow resting on the glass table. “Hmph! You are saying that because you have yet to meet the beings from the Ambivalent World, girlie.” Another snort escaped from Matilda’s filled mouth; a few crumbs of cupcake fell on the marble floor. Cent raised her eyebrows, urging Matilda to continue in which the latter did merrily. “Ambivalent beings are known to be the creatures closest to the nature. If the Benevolent races aim to protect while the Malevolent races fed from disparity, the Ambivalent races lean on the nature. They are the beings that dwell on nature. Among all the races, they loathed beings like us.” Matilda paused as her bony index

Instead, they're mysterious paintings I've never seen before, undoubtedly worth a lot of fortune. Curiosity tugs at me, urging me to explore further. I step into Andrey's study, where the shelves are lined with thousands of books. It's his sanctuary, his private space, but he's never forbidden me from entering. So, I venture deeper into the room, running my fingers along the spines of the books. One book in particular catches my eye - a volume about Nebraska. My heart sinks at the sight of it, memories flooding back from a time I'd rather forget. The mere thought of Omaha fills me with a mix of embarrassment and resentment, a reminder of a past I'd rather leave behind.

She had been coached well. He admired that, in a way. The defence attorney’s questions amused him. They were doing exactly what he expected. Painting ambiguity. Suggesting mutuality. He knew how juries thought. Ambiguity was enough to plant doubt. He leaned forward slightly, clasping his hands. Let them doubt. The prosecutor stood again. “Is silence consent?” “No.” Her voice was firm. “Is friendship consent?” “No.” “Is vulnerability consent?” “No.” “No further question.” She felt something shift in the room.

I knew this was against the rule, even if it was my record, but I took advantage of Myrna's reluctance to say no to me. Myrna suddenly frowned as she read the notes on a page. “Yen, are you sure you want a copy of your medical abstract?” I didn’t answer her. I grabbed the chart and read the part that made her question my decision. And just as what I saw in my discharge instruction, it also mentioned “dissociative amnesia.” All the smiles on my face disappeared when I felt the seriousness of the situation. I looked at her with pleading eyes and held her hand.