Books Like Unwind の小説・ストーリー

JANE's POV I felt a sense of fear; it was fear of the unknown. It washed over me like the waves on the seashore. I sat there, and my body began to unwind. I took another deep breath, and I felt my heart rate slow. I opened my eyes and looked around. I sat back down at the table, savoring the moment of calm that I had experienced. The cafe was quiet, and I could hear the gentle hum of the refrigerator in the background. I took a sip of my coffee, which was still warm. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to simply be. If I continue to think at this rate, I will develop high blood pressure.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

I try to rest as I wait for Darren to return to take me to imaging. As I slept, I begin to dream of things I’d never considered for myself in the future. I am in bed reading a children’s’ book to a tiny human, smiling as I turn the pages and see their excitement and hear the word ‘mommy’ echo as the child looks up at me. A moment passed as I reply ‘yes baby’ with a smile. I continue reading until all of a sudden - it’s dark outside and the darkness engulfs the room. Once the light returns, I’m in a white room. It’s large and empty space making it feel like a cage of white walls. I instinctively pick up pieces of crayons and write on the walls as if in a trance and begin writing my fears on e

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, nerves tingling. > What mask? I typed. No response. Ten seconds. Twenty. Nothing. My hand trembled as I closed the laptop harder than necessary and shoved it in my bag. I didn’t care that my coffee was still half full. I needed out. --- Back home, I locked the door behind me, triple-checked the windows, and tried to breathe through the tightness in my chest. The living room was silent. Lexi wouldn’t be home for another hour. I curled up on the couch, phone clenched in my hand, willing my pulse to slow down.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

The stores pass by in a blur and the silence in the car is comfortable. My legs are bouncing up and down at different speeds and I’m buzzing with excitement. I’m humming to myself and feel like I’ve slammed eight shots of espresso. The only thoughts on my mind are the stacks of books in the back seat. They call to me. I can almost hear them whispering to me, begging me to read them. One of them particularly calls to me. It’s called The Alpha’s Good Girl and do I need to say anymore about it? The title speaks for itself, but the blurb reached into my soul and I need the pain and pleasure I know it will deliver. The sun is setting and I don’t even question it as I reach down and pinch myself.

The shelves were lined with books, inviting me to immerse myself in a different world for a while. With a newfound sense of calm, I unpacked my belongings, each item finding its place in the immaculate suite. Relief washed over me as I realized we had a few hours to unwind before the festivities. I had been yearning for a moment of respite, and now, I had found it in the lap of luxury.

Miranda didn’t expect that she’s this known to young adults, especially to the ones attending a strict boarding school. “I read your book Falling to the Depths, when will you release the fifth part? I couldn’t get over the last book!” Miranda hid the sadness in her smile. She too, couldn't get over it. “Most of you love my work, thank you,” Miranda appreciated the students. Miranda looked at the class in front of her and smiled sweetly, "And how even the most powerful person could feel powerless in front of the person they love."

She rode me until dawn, her body trembling with exhausted pleasure, our sweat and cum staining the scratchy motel sheets. When the sun rose, she curled up against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over my heart. “What now?” I asked softly, brushing her hair back. She smiled sleepily, kissing my chest. “Now… we start over. Just us. Somewhere no one knows us.” “Yeah,” I whispered, pressing my lips to her forehead. “Just us.” --- Epilogue: Two Years Later The tiny seaside town of Ventura, California, became our home. We rented a small white house with blue shutters and lemon trees in the yard. Madison worked as a yoga instructor at the beach studio. I finished college online and start

MACEY I woke up the next morning with that restless energy that refused to let me linger in bed. My phone sat beside me, buzzing occasionally with notifications I didn’t want to check. I swiped it off and just let it die quietly in the corner. Today, I decided I needed a reset. A full, deep breath away from my apartment, from the office, from everything that had made me feel… small lately. By a last-minute impulse, I decided to head to my parents’ house. Maybe some time with them would distract me and remind me of simpler days, before deadlines and bosses and… Damien.