Can't Stop Me Twice Novels & Stories

She wasn’t that kind whose feelings would change in an instant. ‘Your feelings didn’t really change in a snap, right? Your mind has just been told to think otherwise,’ her mind blurted out, immediately making her shake her head, trying to stop thinking about it. ‘Stop denying it, Timothee. You know your feelings. You know what you feel.’ “Shut up.” “What?”

I already lost my wolf- twice. I needed time. Everything was happening too fast.

Another message. I open it before I can stop myself.

Because the answer was forming already. Too clearly. Too dangerous.The wind stopped again. Not gradually. Instantly. And in that sudden absence of motion, the silence felt heavier than anything that had come before. The twins both took a single step forward at the same time.Not toward her.Not toward the camp.Toward the forest. Elena’s breath caught.“Stop,” she said quickly.But they did not stop. Not immediately. Not fully. They paused—but only halfway, as if her voice had reached them, but not entirely controlled them.

A painful heart beat passed with the deafening silence and then another. I was already giving up, convincing myself that it wouldn't go through, then I heard it. “Davies?”

Something crazy. Something that would stop Blake from forcing me to get treatment. I started pulling on the restraints around my wrists. They were tight. But maybe I could slip my hands out. I pulled harder. My skin was starting to rub raw. But I kept pulling. Finally, my right hand slipped free. I quickly untied my left hand. Then I untied my feet. I was free. But I was also blind. I sat up in bed and felt around. There was a table next to the bed. A machine. Wires.

Chris' voice carried a trace of wounded pride. "Isn't that it?" I retorted. "Or is it because you've really fallen for me? Didn't you tell me to stop bothering you and go find someone else?" "I... Fiora, are you trying to drive me mad?" Chris' face was filled with anger. "That was just a joke. I was angry at the time." "You're a man, so you should take responsibility for your words." I couldn't help but roll my eyes and added, "We should sever our mate bond as soon as possible."

I heard her whimper and It cut something inside of me. More like I wanted this, I didn't want her to feel I forcefully claimed her. I didn't want that resistance. So I asked. “I can stop if that's what you want.” I waited for her answers, but the silence was enough reply.

The connection snapped, but not before understanding took root. A voice echoed through the void, low and resonant, threaded with something almost like amusement. “So,” it murmured, dark and melancholic, “you are stronger than I thought.” The tone shifted, not anger. Not frustration. Caution. “The second attempt,” the voice continued softly, “will not be so simple.” The connection faded. Back in Fiato, Mia exhaled and finally turned to face the twins. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I felt it, I couldn’t let it breach further.”

The honesty in his confession stunned me silent. "So no, I can't stop." He took a step closer. "I can't stop thinking about you. Can't stop wanting to know everything about you. Can't stop imagining all the ways I could make you feel good if you'd just let me try."