Can't Stop Me Twice Novels & Stories

“I can’t stop…” “Say it louder.” “I can’t stop.” Her voice cracked, a mix of confession and surrender, and it made me lose the last shred of control I had left. I held her there, buried deep, refusing to let go, my chest heaving against hers. Every inch of me screamed possession. “You’ll never stop,” I whispered against her lips, breath ragged. “Because even if you try, I’ll drag you back. Again and again. Until you understand…there’s no you without me.”

I grab his arm, stopping him "Stop. I'm sorry" ****************************************************

I stopped with both hands that I would have pushed him. The next thing he said is stop my world. "Let's start again ...." What? Shall we start again?

What am I feeling? He could’ve kissed me, why didn’t he? Because he’s scared of his brother? No, that’s not it. Then, what? Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down. ‘I can’t,' I can’t stop thinking about it. Calm down, Grace. “Just stop… stop it……….” Don’t think about it, nothing happened. There’s nothing as powerful as me, not even the one sitting up there watching me burn. People couldn’t break me, and they won’t until I give them the right and no one is going to steal that right from me.

I pushed my chair, my hands started tapping on my legs, waiting for Harrison to get out. "If that's what you want. But I'm not losing hope. I'll be back. And sooner or later you will talk." He stood inhaling deeply. "I hope you are using that big brain of yours." "And I am..." I raised my right hand for a salute. "Listen to me there...there's ten to me, there's only one thing you cannot see...hmm...every time you talk, millions of things...there's only one that you cannot see, every time you talk...you can, stop the clocks, forever...listen to what I say...stop the clocks forever, listen to what I say, stop the clocks for you and me...listen to me again...stop the clocks, forever...hmm..."

Real trouble. The kind you don’t escape from twice.

" If you feel things are too much to handle, I want you to have an out—a word—that you can say to me, and I will stop immediately.." I tilted my head. I guess that made sense since I had no idea what I was about to get myself into. Even if the thought of Rashid having complete control over me turned me on to no end, it made me feel good that he wanted me to be able to tell him to stop. "Why can't I say 'stop'?" "Sometimes when people say stop, they don't actually mean it." Oh. People really did that sort of thing? I nodded anyway, disregarding my confusion. "What kind of word?"

"Stop." "Make me."

"But I can't seem to stop making it." Neither of us moves. Neither pulls away. The city spreads below us. The wind whips around us. And for this moment—this dangerous, impossible moment—we're just two broken people standing at the edge of something that could save us or destroy us completely. His forehead touches mine. "Tell me to stop." "I can't." My hands find his chest, breathing hard and feeling his heartbeat. "I should, but I can't." "Aria" "Don't." I close my eyes. "Don't make me think. Don't make me remember why this is wrong. Just"

“I can’t.” “Then stop saying I don’t understand.”