Discretion Novels & Stories

"Disgrace? The Moon Goddess chose her and Alpha Cain honored that. That’s what a true leader does "True leader you say," someone else said bitterly. "Your so called Luna is about to cause enemity and division between the two wings of this pack." "We are not dividing the pack, we are simply respecting our Alpha's decision." the left wing warrior growled. "The rejected stone has simply become the chief cornerstone." Members of the left wing nodded proudly. The right wing looked furious. Meanwhile, Lynn who fell into a trance during all the argument, quickly pushed through the crowd, running as fast as she could towards the infirmary, since she felt Alpha Cain could have taken her there.

He slowly retracts his hand, and looks down. "We can't do this," he whispers. "It's more than breaking a rule," he states with a tone of disappointment. I don't reply because I broke my own damn rule. One I have had for over a year. No kissing. The mouth is the most sensual part of the body. Unlocking emotions and feelings that I don't want to have. Pulling myself off his lap I right my shirt, rejection tightening my chest. He moves over into his side of the seat and tries the truck one more time, but we just spin tires.

“We convene to explore national autonomy in a Concord-linked world.” A representative from Alberta leaned forward. “Our people value independence. The Concord’s emotional influence feels… pervasive.” Sophia clasped her hands gently. “The Concord doesn’t dictate emotion. It mirrors truth. It helps fear dissolve when its roots are seen—not erased.” “And if we wish to keep our fear?” the Alberta rep challenged. “Then it remains. Fear is not outlawed. It’s understood.” A murmur rippled. Good. They needed nuance, not poetry. Another voice rose—a Quebec delegate, sharp-eyed. “And what of dissent? Can a mind resist consensus without being overwhelmed by empathic pressure?”

I forced my eyes back to the glass vase in my hands and polished it with extra care, determined to focus on the work. But even as I tried, my traitorous gaze flicked toward Derick one more time. Alora moved gracefully beside me, demonstrating how to properly polish the crystal vases. “Like this, Hazel. Gentle circles,Derick hates streaks.” Her voice was kind, patient, and it only made the guilt twist harder in my chest. I nodded, repeating her motions while my eyes kept betraying me.The dirty thoughts kept flooding in my mind as i saw the way his fingers moved while typing on his laptop.

Not hesitation — the considered pause of someone deciding how much to say, where the boundary of professional discretion sat in a situation where discretion and honesty were in slight tension. "She's managing it," Dr. Okafor said. "Which is her phrase. She told me: I'm managing it. I asked her what managing it looked like and she said she had gone for a very long walk and then come home and made coffee and looked at the result three more times to confirm she had read it correctly the first time." A pause. "She has a particular quality, Anna, of sitting with things before she acts on them. She'll need a few days."

I smirk "I swear I will..." she started before Acre jumped in "Ok guys enough, look Desert I know you just met us but Gregory thinks it's safer for you both to be out of the country, why don't you speak to him". Desert closed her eyes deciding to ignore us all which was fine by me, I could now at least absorb her scent in peace. It turned out that Desert wasn't just ignoring us, she was using the quiet to bitch out Gregory through mind link, as soon as I had stopped the car she was out the door yelling at him

Dissatisfaction. Just reached out and pinched the baby girl's cheek. A little girl is equally aggressive. Raise her hands and slap them back. Plum lifted her chin and asked, “who is it?” Daisy gestured "accidentally met on the plane, unknown name. The naked eyes can test the wilting, disappointment of Plum. “So I thought that you caught a handsome husband and attached a child. No need to give birth anymore. Too strong.” Plum winked “trust me.” She started to turn on the gramophone. A thousand and one census questions automatically came out of her mouth without going through her brain.

Kelly asked with a attitude. "I-I'm not sure what else to do." Tierra stuttered "Well, you can start of by washing those dishes, thank you very much." Kelly said, smirking. Tierra stood up from her seat walking over to the sink and started washing the dishes. Her mind went back to her sick mother who is now living alone. She wished she could visit her but she can't. Being King Philip's servant or slave means you only get to leave this palace when you're dead. Until then you are not allowed any contact with your family.

His normally steel blue-grey eyes gleamed back green. "Now Mr. James Monroe," said Penina's husband, Art. "I'm going to classify you as a Sigma four. High enough to get you that campaign job, but not so high they think you have money. Your attributes will be hearing and sight, that shouldn't get you into too much trouble, as well as strength, hence the sigma part and you seem to fit the bill physically for that, and your last one will be-" He flicked at the screen a moment as he thought. "How about dexterity?" Penina chuckled behind him. Warmth trickled with her laugh. "My dear, you have just made him into a male model."

to the higher ground of statesmanship, when he becomes a leader, he must very often consult with others and defer to their opinion, and must be continually settling in his mind how far he can go in just deference to the wishes and prejudices of others while yet adhering to his own moral standards: but I speak not so much of men of this stamp as I do of the ordinary citizen, who wants to do his duty as a member of the commonwealth in its civic life; and for this man I feel that the one quality which he ought always to hold most essential is that of disinterestedness. If he once begins to feel that he wants office himself, with a willingness to get it at the cost of his convictions, or to kee