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.”

"You keep doing that thing where you straighten your fork when you're thinking about what to say next." I looked down. My fork was perfectly straight. "How did you notice that?" I asked. "Because I pay attention," Eli said. "To you. To how you move, what makes you uncomfortable, what patterns you fall into when you're defending yourself." "That's slightly invasive," I said. "It's care," Eli said. "There's a difference." I didn't know how to respond to that because he was right. He was paying attention not to gather leverage or to prove me wrong. He was paying attention because he actually cared about understanding me.

Henry made a face. “See now I gotta get you on my side. They always be ganging up on me! It ain’t right,” he said, winking at me and reaching for some mashed potatoes. “I’d be more than happy to help you,” I said, a bit too enthusiastically. Hatching a plan and seeing it through was my thing, I’d figure this out! Just as the rest of the food was brought out Henry spoke up and I was pretty sure he was testing me. “Hey Alice, would you mind getting an old man some ice for his tea,” he asked.

POV: LAUREN Henry lifted me with ease, like I weighed nothing. His arms were strong, but his touch was anything but rough. He dried me gently, without rushing, respecting every part of my body as if he were handling something precious. Me. For the first time in a long while, someone was treating me like I had worth. He turned on the hairdryer and began to run the warm air through my hair. His fingers moved with care as he slowly combed my hair, untangling the knots without pulling, as if each touch whispered, You're safe now. I'm here.