Handle With Care Novels & Stories

Wolf leaned over to me. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of it, of you. You don't need to stress." he whispered and I shook my head. "I don't need you to take care of me!" I snapped. "It's my job." he shrugged and I pulled my arm away. His eyes grew dark and he started to argue but our food came then. Cassy changed the subject for my benefit and I smiled at her gratefully. I frowned at the plate of onion rinsgs in front of me but was soon distracted by a colorful tale that Foxy and Jackal were telling.

“I’m sorry,” Karina stammered. “I didn’t mean to hide it. I just thought it wasn’t a big deal, so I didn’t—” Wilfred interrupted her by gently taking her hand and turning on the faucet. He held her hand under the cool water, his tone sharp but laced with care. “Any injury, no matter how small, is not trivial. You’re a doctor. You should know this better than anyone.” Karina felt a pang of guilt at his scolding, but beneath his words, she could sense his genuine concern. The warmth of that realization brought a faint smile to her lips despite her earlier embarrassment.

When we reached my room, he lowered one hand and swiftly turned the handle, pushing the door open and closing it behind him. He very gently placed me on the bed, a vial of green liquid sitting on my bedside table. I attempted to reach for it, but Carter was faster and swiped it with a frown "I'll do it for you", he said. I observed him as he softly dabbed the liquid over and over again against the soles of my feet, my legs and the palms of my hands. This guy was a gentle giant. He looked as though one moment of eye contact could freeze you dead, but his actions said that at heart, he was just a teddy bear.

The bracelet thrummed against my skin, a low, furious note. My stomach rolled. Softly, viciously, she added, “And containers are replaceable. Contents are not.” The sedative muffled my urge to lunge. To bite. My body felt like it was moving through syrup. Every instinct slowed half a second behind the need. “You touch my baby—” I started. “Oh, I won’t,” she cooed. “Not personally. That’s what protocols are for. Custody chains. Authorized handlers. I wouldn’t dream of getting blood on my hands when paper can do it so much more cleanly.”

"How are you going to handle that." I thought about it honestly. "The same way I handle everything," I said. "Directly." I put my hand in my pocket, felt the edge of the card. "And without making it smaller than it is."

Jay laughed at him for forgetting that he was going to work. After breakfast,Jay and Joy cleared the table. Joy did the dishes,she wished Jay would leave her alone but he stayed asking her questions. "So what happens after the baby comes down here? He moved his fingers on the table,his long nails made this tun tin tun sound on the table.

“Baby girl, I’ll be back in a little while. I need to take care of somethings.” I then hugged her but not too tight, so I don’t hurt her. “Take care baby, and I’ll be back before you know.” She then hugs me back as her lips comes near my ear. “I wished you wouldn’t leave me right now, but I understand that your work is important to you. Stay safe.”

Ordinary, yet sophisticated. I didn’t respond. I carefully cleared the gifts from my desk, placing them back into the box. I would never have need for them. He walked over, placing the stack in the cleared space. “Are you alright?” His voice carried concern. “Yes.” “You look… maybe a bit tense.” I snapped my head toward him. His eyes held worry—genuine worry. Oh no. Ken was only making things worse. “Just leave them on the desk. I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

"Today is not about me. It's about you. I'll listen and won't judge you." The way Sloan was patient with him made him realize that he had been taking things for granted with his lover. Sloan was a strong individual. He must've endured things far worst than him to be that strong. Sloan was so calm when he held Hendry's injured hand gently. The way his thumb carefully stroked his bandaged palm was calming his pain. Hendry didn't know someone's touch could be that soothing.

"Please take care of him." "Of course Your Majesty...excuse me." The doctor bowed and left. Mitch paced to and fro in the waiting room wondering what he'd been thinking as he finally calmed down to think.