Discretion Novels & Stories

Discipline. A slow, predatory smile touched Albert’s lips. “So. We begin with order. We end with the ultimate surrender.” He placed the die carefully on the glass table. “For Discipline, the transgression must be clear. You have been flawless in following explicit commands. So the transgression must be one of… spirit. Of unspoken defiance.”

Distributed mirrors they had never anticipated. The crowd roared. Hale’s face appeared again, fury barely masked. “This is an abuse of autonomous discretion.” “No,” Judge Kline shot back. “This is consequence.” Hale turned to me, eyes sharp as glass. “You think this ends well for you.” I met her gaze. “I think it ends honestly.” Her smile was cold. “Honesty is not protection.” “No,” I agreed. “Visibility is.” The man nodded once, decision made. “Take her.”

The exchange. “You get me,” I said. “You get a lawyer who can stand in front of Silvia Smith and make her regret waking up that morning. You get someone who knows how to argue like hell without crossing ethical lines.” I tapped the paper. “And you get discretion. Real discretion.” Rowan’s mouth curled. “Humans don’t do discretion.” I turned my head toward him without flinching. “Sure we do. We just call it ‘not posting your wolf business on F******k.’”

One decision at a time. One thread at a time. The direction clear.

CY was beaming. "Girls, I don't care what you do, but no sex on my property tonight. They paid for dance and I know you might want to be generous with them. Take that shit away from my premises, yeah?" "Yes sir," the girls chorused. "This is not a whorehouse. If I hear or catch any of you, it's police that will handle the case. Please no videos or pictures with the guest. They're important men and don't need that type of publicity."

“I don’t often get calls from you. Is your husband unavailable?” “Michael is occupied,” she said, her words measured. “And this is a matter that requires discretion.” “Discretion.” The word rolled off his tongue like a dirty joke. “What kind of discretion?” “There’s been a… disturbance,” Marianne said, leaning back in her chair as if the weight of her words might tip it over. “The operation may have been compromised.” Viktor was silent for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was as cold and flat as a Siberian steppe. “How?”

Leon seemed hesitant, a slight change in his demeanor, though there was still a hint of dissatisfaction on his face. I looked at Leon, searching for understanding in his eyes. “Maybe we need to talk calmly some other time. I hope you can respect my decision and give me some space in my life right now,” I said firmly.

“Mhm. And you do know that your crime is punishable by exile. Correct?” “Unfortunately, the law is the law.” “It seems it’s your lucky day. Your profile reads twenty years of age, am I correct?” “Yes, Alpha Axel,” he said. “In account of cooperative behavior and general youthful naivety, I’m letting you off with a warning. The next time, a warning won’t be an option. I want the entire article on this very law written word for word followed by a detailed summary on my desk before you leave tomorrow. Understood?” “Yes, Alpha Axel. It’d be my pleasure,” the young man smiles to the Alpha before bending his middle in a bow, a soldier coming to his side there after to escort him to his bunk.

That didn’t sound quite right to me, so I quickly explained, "Father, I really believe this place suits me. I’m not suffering at all here, and my coworkers take great care of me.” My father was silent for a moment before replying, “You’re only saying everything is great because you’re throwing a tantrum over George. I know you. You can’t handle the weather or the environment over there long-term.” "Father, I’m not throwing a tantrum over George. George has a girlfriend now. Why can’t I choose to start a new life of my own? Besides, I feel like coming here and stepping out from under the family’s protection is exactly the kind of challenge and growth I need.”