Fierce Conversations Novels & Stories

I couldn't afford to neglect everything. The conversation with my partner took place fluidly, almost relaxed, far from the heavy discussions linked to business. We talked about everything and nothing, sometimes laugh on anecdotes shared over the years. It was this kind of easy conversation with someone close, where everything seemed light, even when we were approaching serious subjects. - "So, have you seen this incredible football match, right?" he said laughing. - "I didn't even have time to watch it, too many things to manage here. But I know that you were well busy too with your construction project."

"If you're that ashamed then I'll leave." "Who said I was ashamed of you? If we're gonna start fighting, I'd rather not talk at all. Maybe we cannot even have a proper conversation no matter where we are" Liz was starting to get frustrated, she and Gigi could never have decent conversations, it was like every time they were around each other they couldn't keep their mouths closed. "Take me home then."

Damage Control Ariana’s POV I waited for the ground to open up and swallow me, but nothing happened. Sadly. I stared at Jason, and the boy stared back confidently. As much as I knew his confidence was born out of nativity and utter innocence, I found it a little annoying… not enough to express my feelings though. Jason was completely unaware that he had probably just created the most uncomfortable breakfast conversation in history. Across the table, Kylan had suddenly developed a strange interest in his coffee. Bu my side, Skylar looked seconds away from bursting into laughter.

Thank god. Thank you so much that he didn't hear that...! "A... A... Nothing more sir, we were just having a friendly conversation" she mumbled forcing a grin on her face. I raised my eyebrows and stared at her. Friendly conversation...! Seriously...! Which friendly conversation includes a cutter in their hands? Bloody bitch. I was mumbling in my mind as I couldn't utter that out. "So, a friendly conversation includes tearing the skin with a cutter, bullying someone, and...!" he added raising his eyebrows and I noticed his jaw clenched in anger, uttering everything exactly what I was thinking in my mind as if he was reading it right now.

The conversations happened across two weeks of late March and early April, in the particular way that the most important conversations happened, one finding its moment, then another, until something had been said that needed saying and the said thing sat in the room with the texture of something real rather than deferred. The first was with Lyra.

"Daddy, for my cake, can the dinosaurs be fighting? Like two velociraptors having a discussion but with teeth?" "A discussion with teeth?" "Grace says important conversations can be aggressive and respectful at the same time. That's what parliamentary discussions are. So the dinosaurs should have that but with more teeth because they're dinosaurs." I looked at Cas. "Our children are creating philosophical frameworks based on conversations they overhear." "They've been doing that for years. Grace's horse parliament was based on Council meeting structures she pieced together from fragments she heard." He stood. "I'll message Aldric about the party. Though I'm noting for the record that this is

The conversations I gathered were the conversations of people in the early stages of a shared narrative, still discovering the edges of their agreement, still testing the extent of what they were willing to say aloud in each other's presence, and in that testing lay the information I needed, which was the gap between what they felt and what they were willing to act on. The return to the camp held the quality of something that does not resolve the thing it has been circling but carries it back to a different context, and Darek walked beside me with the quality of someone who is used to traveling with someone else's silence and has learned not to interpret it as an invitation to fill it. The c

"I should've known you'd be an asshole about all of this! I fell right into your trap, didn't I?" Grinning widely, I release her hands and grab her ass then squeeze it. Kyra and Alex make barfing sounds, "Y'all need a bedroom, eew!" Kyra says with disgust. Kyle, Connor, and Laura stare at us as if we've grown a third head or eye. "You guys are really a perfect match, you bring out the worst in each other." Laura states dryly then downs the rest of her wine. Connor claps his hands, "Jokes and fights aside. When are we gonna tell them it's a boy?"

During those precious hours, huh, he also didn't have some time passed when they started this argument, while they were in this room, they only lived in their own little world and there was one more secret underground room that would add to that, must became more vicious, honest and very impatient after this. The world will stop When their line are enough to make a conclusion they have never felt before or when one feels enough or back off because the hurt is enough to mum them, because when they leave this act conversation, they are not the kind of people who start to act like dogs and cats before. it is people who understand where their situation stands and an attitude of tolerance and res

As they saw me approaching, Sibyl, a light-furred she-wolf, asked with curiosity: “Where have you been, Fierce?” I raised my snout, feeling the tension in the air, but replied calmly: “I went to the stream to talk to Hunter.” Surprise flashed in their eyes, accompanied by widened ones. Cierce, the other she-wolf beside Sibyl, couldn't contain her expression of astonishment. “Fierce, you couldn't have done that!” I tilted my head, perplexed, not fully understanding the reason for their shock. “Why not? What's wrong with talking to Hunter?”