Don't Stop Me Book Novels & Stories

Eddie put the necklace back in his pocket, nod walk down the stairs "Eddie!" Don stopped me. "Let me go, Don." "Why do you care about him?" He seems more worried about me, a man I loathed, than the lives of those who got stuck working for him. "I'm trying to stop him." Don pulls me into his body, and I feel my heart struck by how smoothly he did that. Then shove me to Solomon like I'm some bean bag. Jerk! "Take her out of here now," he commands.

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This was the first time I truly felt calm. I turned to Aiden. Looking straight at him, I spoke slowly, "No, I don't agree to the divorce."

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

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And still, I cannot stop. AUTHOR'S NOTE: MMMN. SOMETHING FEELS SO HOT AND SPICY IN HERE. 🥵 RATE AND REVIEW PLEASE 🥵

Read enough to understand the quality of what was happening. The first message she read that stopped her was from a woman she did not know, in a city she had never visited, who had apparently read the entire book between midnight and four in the morning and had written to say: I did not sleep. I could not sleep. Every time I thought I could put it down I found I could not put it down because it felt like putting down the only honest thing I had encountered in years. I have been in that kitchen. I have stood at that counter. I did not know anyone else had been there until this morning.

Eventually, my body went numb, and I had difficulty breathing. But I kept drinking, glass after glass. Empty bottles piled up in front of me like a small mountain. Lorenzo's expression grew darker, and the hand resting on his knee clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Finally, when I felt so sick to the point I couldn't breathe, my glass fell and shattered, and I had to stop. I crouched down, covering my mouth, and coughed violently. Blood seeped through my fingers, but still, I forced myself to reach for another glass.

"You see, that is just normal work communication. She is young and alone. It is not wrong for me to look after her. You are reading too much into everything." I did not say anything. I picked up the silver bracelet from the table and walked to the fireplace. His eyes followed me. "What are you doing?" I looked down at the bracelet in my hand, the thin silver chain catching a sliver of light. I did not hesitate. I dropped it into the fire. The metal made a soft sound as the flames reached it, like something closing shut. Then it stopped glowing and blended into the ash. I turned back to him and said, slowly and clearly, "Daniel. We are done."

Chapter 3 My week went by fast after I had my test on Wednesday and when Saturday arrived I was sitting in my room waiting for Elliot to pick me up. I looked over the notebook that I used to write in under Doctor Brown's instructions, but it’s been a few months now since I’ve written an entry and I wondered if I should continue it. It wasn’t necessary for me to continue, but it honestly helped ground myself and I remember the nights I’d spend writing when I couldn’t sleep. The reason I stopped writing was that the first semester was stressful and took most of my energy trying to focus. Doctor Brown has asked me to bring in my journal and feels like it was fine to get back to it when it’s nee