Novel & Cerita Burnout Book

Gratitude only declines. When it reached zero, I would die, and the world would fall apart anyway. Back then, it felt far away. I thought I had time, enough to live out a full life with the people I loved. But I didn't. Ten years was all it took. My marriage was broken, and I was almost out of time. I had only two days left. Why? Why would everyone betray me? I didn't go inside. My legs gave out before I could. By the time the rain came down hard, Derek was back in our room, damp from the storm. "Why are you up? Is the thunder bothering you?"

Today we caught three and I can already feel the excitement in the kitchen as there'll be more than enough meat for everyone plus leftovers for breakfast tomorrow. Bringing joy like that to people just has a way of filling that empty dark hole in me so I keep doing it. I haven't even sat down to read a book since I got here, I just make sure I am always moving, doing something, training, making someone smile, anything but standing in one place for those dark thoughts to encroach on me. A book I read called it abandonment issues but they'll never understand how bad it is to be marked by the one being that's hard-wired to want you and yet at the slightest inconvenience, throws you away.

As I watched the flames flicker, I felt a strange calm wash over me. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Sandra rushed in, wide-eyed with shock. Ignoring the searing heat, she lunged forward and snatched the burning photos with her bare hands. She beat at them frantically to smother the flames. Anxious, she demanded, "Why are you burning these things?" Sandra finally managed to put out the flames, but her hands were blistered from the heat. Her eyes filled with tears as she glared at me. "Fred, do you remember what these things meant to us? How could you burn them? I sent them to you because I thought…"

Then I flopped back against the cushions with a frustrated huff, reopening my book—only to realize I’d completely lost my place. “Infuriating,” I muttered. And this time, there was no denying it.

In the afternoon, I hit the library and finally grabbed a few books I'd been putting off forever. That night, I caught up with a friend I hadn't seen in ages. She went off about her job and her life. And for once, I wasn't stuck thinking about that dumpster fire of a company. This kind of post-burnout peace? Yeah, I could definitely get used to it. Day two, my phone blew up with texts from ex-coworkers—pure chaos and gossip: [Rina, something big just went down.] [Tax bureau took three years of financials. Full investigation underway.]

Walking away with all power and confidence like he didn't just ruin my day. “Aarghhhh,” I scream and pull at my hair. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” I take a deep breath to calm myself down before dialing Murphy to join me in the conference room. I really need to talk to somebody before I go crazy. Could it be I was digging into it too much and that wasn't Damien’s intention? Could I have been so consumed by Adrian that I was slacking in my job? I have worked too hard to build this life and dream that I can't afford to use my own hands and destroy it.

“Get it together, Sinclair.” My phone buzzed beside me. I didn’t even hesitate this time. Kai. My stomach flipped before I even opened it. Kai: You alive? I rolled my eyes, but I was already smiling. Me: Barely. I’ve been trying to read the same page for 20 minutes. Three dots. Fast. Kai: Yeah? What’s it about? I glanced at the book like it might suddenly cooperate. Me: No idea. His response came immediately.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

His touch and his voice were the only light in the dark. ~*~ Today was different. There was no darkness. There was no pain. There were no voices nor touches. There was light. Blinding, white light. I was glad to have that light after a long time of darkness. But the light was far away. It was like a dot from somewhere far. It was a horizontal spotlight. And it was calling me. So I ran towards it like a dog running to get his bones. The light started to grow bigger. And bigger. And bigger. As it does, it started to sting—my eyes started to sting. At first I feared I was going blind. So I stopped for a moment. Contemplated. However, there was no time to think. A painful spark exploded in my ch

Bruno’s P.O.V As I wearily entered my room, drained after a demanding day, a heavy weariness settled in my bones. The weight of alpha responsibilities took its toll, leaving me exhausted and on the verge of burnout. Letting out a deep sigh, I shed my clothes, each layer coming off with a sense of fatigue.