Decisive Novels & Stories

Everything moved faster, more decisively. The message was clear. See? We act. We decide. We endure. Garden City watched. And did not rush to respond. “They’re trying to contrast decisiveness with our deliberation,” Mira said during a late briefing. “To make us look slow. Weak.” “No,” Ethan said. “They’re trying to make choice look inefficient.” Jun folded his arms. “And is it?” Ethan smiled faintly. “Sometimes. That’s the point.” The System updated.

The smug look that played across his face indicated he knew just what buttons to push. “You know that won’t happen,” Lucas sighed. His shoulders hung, defeated in whatever argument the two’d had. I stood in amazement at what I’d just heard, unable to process half of it. Eskal nudged me toward Lucas’ desk. I stumbled forward, afraid to so much as glimpse at the man seated before me. I could feel Lucas watch my every movement as I shuffled closer, self-conscious, I gripped the neckline of my robe to keep it closed.

We never heard from the principal unless it was a big deal… like someone dying. "As many of you already know, Earesistible High School has lost one of its students. Sophomore Caroline Miller passed away last night. Please be respectful to those in mourning by handling this in a mature manner. Teachers, if students feel the need to visit a counselor, please write them a pass. That is all. Thank you."

and for the first time he couldn’t be both. The presence pressed. hard. desperate. because now this was the breaking point. “Resolve,” it demanded" The word sharp. fractured. because now it needed this to end. zayden’s breath shook. His body tense. unstable. because now this wasn’t about surviving. this was about—who he was. His eyes lifted. locking onto mine. and for one second just one—everything stopped. because now this was it. the choice! the real one!. the one that decided everything. and then he moved. fast. decisive. not toward me. not away from me. but—choosing.

It was a father making sure his daughter understood the road ahead. I appreciated that. More than he knew. I nodded slowly. "Yeah." Dad remained quiet. "I think I've been sure for a while." The words surprised me. Because as soon as I said them, I realized they were true. This decision hadn't happened tonight. Tonight had simply been the moment I finally admitted it. To Chris. To myself. To everyone. Dad seemed to understand. Because he nodded. Almost like he'd known that already. Finally he leaned forward. "Can I tell you something?"

That Viagra is doing quite a nice job on me, it's taking toll on me and I wish somebody just did anything to quench my thirst ,I'm in agony and they seem not to care. After a few minutes ,the Ladies, Natalie, Caren and Charlotte walk out of the room and Denis remains behind. " As much as I want to fuck the hell out of you now, but you look like hell and hell is the last thing in my dictionary ,enjoy your time bitch" Denis says and he leaves. The video is already recording I assume, suddenly Keith walks towards me as he unbuckles his trousers. His big machine springs out of it's place and moves in between my legs and parts them further.

Wars are rarely won through aggression. They are won through patience. Through timing. Through recognizing value before others do. Marcus made a decision based on urgency. I made mine based on inevitability. And inevitability always wins. Quietly, almost thoughtfully, I speak the truth he isn’t ready to hear. “You abandoned something you never understood.”

I know it was not an easy battle but I need to make it right. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Nobody said it was easy... 🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵 Sorry for the ungrammatically Thank You!

“I don’t agree with your decisions som’a the time, but I understand yer reasons for wantin’ to do it this way. I’ll make sure it gets done, alright? Don’t worry ‘bout what I gotta do. Worry about gettin’ through what you need to get through on yer end.” His head sunk hopelessly bank into his hands, desperately trying to push Zoe to the outer corners of his mind. Every fiber of him screamed at him to bail, to kill Harley and get it over and done with and drive to Pittsburgh to fall asleep with Zoe in his arms – where he should be. But finding Harley could take weeks, months even and he couldn’t afford to spend that much time away from Zoe, and he couldn’t guarantee whoever was handed the new

He chose positions that drove me wild and pushed me over the edge again and again. "Ms. Clarke, has your husband ever made you this happy?"