Don T Overthink It Novels & Stories

And Luca Moretti had no intention of dying anytime soon. As he stepped into the cool night air, he straightened his shoulders and set his jaw. Time to put on the mask of the charming businessman, to hide the ruthless don that lurked beneath. It was a dance he'd perfected over the years, but tonight, for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, it felt more suffocating than ever. Little did he know, across town, a fiery redhead was burning the midnight oil, poring over documents that would soon turn his carefully constructed world upside down. The game was about to change, and Luca Moretti had no idea what was coming for him.

“Nothing yet. Still trying to figure things out.” “Stop trying and just go with it.” I give him a skeptical look. “Is that what you do?” “It’s worked out for me so far. Overthinking never leads to anything good.” “You’re right on that. Overthinking leads to second-guessing.” “Exactly,” he says with his mouth full. I put my feet up on the coffee table, yawning again. “Thanks, O.” “Of course, Q. I’m full of brotherly advice.” I roll my eyes. “Too bad it’s not all good advice.”

“I thought this talk was supposed to be a really honest one. You’re supposed to say all what there is to say instead of creating avenues in which I could use to overthink.” “I didn’t mean to always make you overthink.” I finally breathed out. “It’s not about you meaning to. Overthinking doesn't work that way. It cones from a space in my mind which I cannot control. Situations like this just creates more avenues for my mind to go all out in a spree of overthinking.” She continued and I puffed out a small breath.

Stop thinking about it! ****

Branson blinks through his specs randomly and then parts his lips. Don't Say that you're not what we think.Don't Say that you're not what we think. Don't Say that you're not what we think. "I think you've been mistaken." Crap! ********

Darson smiled when Arman cut him off. "Right, so yeah. I love her, despite her kind of work. I'd like you to remember this, Arman. You will grow up fast, soon you'll be a man. You will find a girl, fall in love, and you will get hurt. But, you will be strong, okay? And, never, never ever lose your compassion. Don't judge a person too easily. Okay?"

“What?” There’s a pause, long enough to make my stomach twist. “Don’t overthink it.” I bite the inside of my cheek. Don’t overthink it? Is he serious? It’s rich coming from the guy whose life is a walking Forbes list. For him, this is probably just another notch in the bedpost, a story he can laugh about later. For me, it feels... messier. “Easier said than done,” I mumble, barely loud enough for him to hear.

Just two hours later, I'll be someone's fiancé tonight. And this a damn big thing. Taking a deep breath, in order to calm my nerves, I remembered what I had thought, Don't overthink, overthinking leads to nothing. let it be. Just .....just let it be. Don't complicate your thoughts. You are doing fine.. And look on the brighter side. You are going to get a beautiful and kind and understanding mother in law. And not one of those evil mother in laws you feared. The step to happiness is acceptance.