Discretion Novels & Stories

“So the door inside the mind…” “Yes,” I say. “It doesn’t need permission every time.” Silence grips the room. Because we all understand that. Invitation may begin as conscious choice. But once pathways are learned— Habit can mimic consent. Aidan steps beside me. “Then we train discipline.” “Yes.” “We monitor each other.” “Yes.” Matteo exhales slowly. “And we sleep never again.” Possibly. The point pulses softly. Not invasive. Not demanding. Almost patient. I hate that patience most of all.

Ava smiled kindly, the warmth of her smile made her hazel eyes sparkle. “Exactly,” she said softly, “truthfully Emilia, it’s no secret that you’re planning to leave when the pack recognizes you as nineteen, and I don’t blame you. I couldn’t imagine having to live among those who weren’t my own kind. Let me do this, please?” “Okay,” I consented. I pulled out my pack ID and tapped it on the reader. Relief that I was only losing a week’s wages allowed the tension in my shoulders to dissipate. A small ding from the register let me know the transaction had gone through.

mother paused, seemed like she was choosing her words carefully. "Some people like it slow and tender, some like it passionate and rough..." What the devil is mother talking about? "It's normal and quite common for a man to play the dominant in ... such private matters..." "Mother" she cut off again. "What are you trying to tell me?" Desiree sighed desperately.

And why exactly at lunchtime? "Hayir, söylemek bir sey yok." I said I don't have anything to tell. "She wants to leave us." My mom snaps. I feel like my chin is falling on the floor. My dad lets his spoon falling on the plate. "What?!" ... (to be continued)

“ Ok, so what’d you like to talk to me about? “ I said annoyed after moments of silence. “ Would your pack like to come in and be peaceful or would you like to leave, “ he said seriously. “ What do you mean? This is our territory! “ I fumed “ I don’t want to be like our parents. I would like to propose a new way of handling our little, “ he paused to think, “ disagreement, “ “ You call the werewolves serving your mother’s head on a platter a disagreement? “ one of the bloodsuckers said. Suddenly, Ethan’s eyes went dark. I can’t explain it. It’s like the light reflecting from his eyes had gone. His veins popped out of his pale skin. Ethan grabbed the vamp’s throat. It was more of a threat tha

I said, refusing to let my awareness of him distract me. “Focus is good,” he murmured, his breath brushing my ear as he spoke. “But sometimes understanding requires more than focus. It requires judgment. Discretion. Patience.” “I have judgment,” I replied. “And I’m learning patience. But discretion… that’s something you’ll have to guide me through.” He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he let me work, standing close enough that I could feel his presence pressing against me, a constant reminder of the line I was crossing not just in his world, but with him.

"I do not know how much salt. Enough salt." "I will figure out the salt," he said. "Stay there." She put the phone down. Looked at Gregory in the doorway. "We are pausing the Morrison review," she said. Gregory looked at her. At the phone. At her face. "Of course," he said. Without elaboration. With the specific discretion of someone who had been paying attention for long enough to understand everything without being told anything. He closed the door. The irritation arrived on Friday. Not at anything specifically at everything generally, in the specific indiscriminate way that arrived without warning and had no logical target and was entirely chemical and comp

"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.

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.