Can't Stop Me Twice Novels & Stories

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

“This is Ethan Hart. He has no memory of his childhood. “How is that even possible?” I screamed, then let out a bitter laugh afterwards, my voice echoing off the high ceilings. “Every time, someone comes here pretending to be him!” I yelled at the top of my voice, my hands shaking with anger. “Fraudsters! Have you all forgotten how often this has happened? “Seems like you have”, I said, and now we’re just supposed to believe this?”

You felt it. Just now. When you were close to her. His eyes darkened. Because it was right. For a second— he had lost it. And if he hadn’t stopped— If she hadn’t said his name— What would have happened? His jaw clenched. “I won’t let that happen again.” The voice almost laughed. You already did. Silence. Then— another push. Another thought. If you can’t control yourself— remove the trigger. His breathing stopped. Just for a second.

It didn’t slow. It stopped, locked in place. “It can't be…”

And hours after Maeve left, the second attack confirmed it: Richard isn’t going to stop. But neither are we.

"First, we fortify our defenses. Double the security, reinforce the weak spots. We can’t afford any more slip-ups. Then, we go on the offensive. If Zane wants a war, he’ll get one. But we’ll be the ones calling the shots." I felt a surge of determination. Zane might have taken Tiana back, but he hadn’t won yet. This was far from over. As I stared at the flickering screen, the images of Zane’s fierce assault replaying in a loop, I made a silent vow. I would not let Zane destroy me. I had come too far, fought too hard, and I wasn’t about to let it all be for nothing.

she said. “Huh? Uhh, I can do i—” I was about to decline her offer, but she stopped me. “Nah, just let me” she said. My day ends with madam assisting me to the IT department. She said that she wanted to make sure that they will prioritize me and they could register my ID as a the lock on my e-bike. But I am curious what if I lost my ID? But anyway, I haven’t had any case that I lost my ID in school. So I don’t need to worry about it.

“Too late.” A beat. Then— “Then catch me.” And she moves again. This time— she’s not holding back. And neither am I. Because this— this isn’t over. Not until one of us stops. And I don’t stop.

“A-Alexi-“ She sounded like she wanted to stop, but then her hips began to twirl and grind against mine. The friction on my dick made my eyes roll, and my toes curl. This girl was killing me. I was hanging on by a thread. An extremely thin one. This had to stop, now. I grabbed her hips and lifted her. “Angel, if you don’t stop that grinding, I’m going to fuck the shit out of this sweet little honeypot of yours. Please, I don’t think I can control myself...”

The same one I took a screenshot of his picture. Could the day get any worse?