Don T Overthink It Novels & Stories

"Whatever’s on your mind, don’t overthink it, okay?" I nodded, burying my face against him. But deep down, I knew I was already overthinking it. And worse? I knew Lucas wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

"Don't overthink it, my sweet." "I can't help it!" My voice came out strangled and I was almost panicking.

I would be in the middle of something important at work or be hanging out with friends like today and I would find myself zoning out, thinking about what she would be doing, how she was feeling. The whole “do not overthink it” thing never worked with her in my mind. She had this way of getting under my skin without even trying. And sometimes I am just tempted to simply walk away, telling myself that it is not quite worth it. But soon enough, I would think of her again, lay my eyes on her again, and I would be back to square one. I would tell myself that it was just infatuation, a passing phase and that I would eventually get over it. I would tell myself that it was not a big deal. But the re

she said, her voice dropping into a quiet, cold rhythm. "This is absolutely ridiculous," Don snapped, throwing his hands up in the air, his loud voice echoing sharply off the metal lockers, completely ignoring the presence of Maria, who was watching the brewing confrontation with wide, anxious eyes. "You are being incredibly dramatic about this entire situation, because of one single afternoon where my work took priority, you're going to throw a massive tantrum, clear out your locker, and quit your job? Do you have any earthly idea how completely childish and irrational you look right now?" "Don, stop," Maria muttered quickly, reaching out to touch his arm, her voice laced with a quiet, unco

A sure given way to help me get out of my head after the kind of day I had which I really don’t want to think about. Is it the day or a person you don’t want to think about? “Come on, Dorey,” someone at the far end of the crowd shouts my stage name, waggling his tongue at me like a dog. The lights here are positioned in such a way that it’s on me, but I can make out the woman clearly. “We’re not feeling it.” Not feeling it? What can I do about that?

Don't cry. Don't cry.

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with not

The hostility was thick enough to cut with a knife. Next to me, Marcus had been ice-cold since we sat down, refusing to back down. "What right do you have to judge who I date?" "Ha! Judge? Date whoever you want. Date an eighty-year-old for all I care." "Miss Stone, as an actress, you might want to work on controlling your micro-expressions. Your displeasure is showing." "Oh, please. You shameless - listen here..." As their verbal sparring heated up, I wondered if I should try to calm things down.

Olivia: We can just Olivia: Like it Olivia: And say it when we don't or when we feel uncomfortable Olivia: I don't want to think too much about it for now Ash: Want to let it happen however it does? Olivia: Yeah that Olivia: It is Olivia: I usually overthink a lot about everything, especially when it comes to other people and the relationships I have with them Olivia: But I don't overthink as much with you Olivia: I can just feel, as stupid as it sounds Ash: It doesn't sound stupid at all Ash: It is the same thing for me

She wondered whether she was imagining things, but Samuel seemed distracted from the moment he stepped into her waiting room. She tugged his sleeve. “Samuel?” His mind returned to the present, and he looked at her. “What’s wrong?” “Is there something on your mind? You don’t seem happy.” She would not usually bother thinking about this, but they were getting married, and as the groom, Samuel should not be behaving so oddly. Samuel pinched the center of his brows before he chuckled. “I couldn’t sleep yesterday because I kept getting reminded that I was getting married today.”