Handle With Care Novels & Stories

I can relax into her care and know that I’m in safe hands and she will help me through this whatever way it needs to be done. “I know these babies are a little different, but don’t worry. Whatever they throw at us we can handle it. You’re not our first mix breed birth under my watch.

“Hikaru-nii, breathe.” “S-Sorry. I have a meeting now so…” He responded sheepishly. “Mm. I understand. Leave it to me.” I said. He was a family man to the core and it was very rare for his planning to go wrong. When it did, like this, he would panic, if not ever-so-slightly. “Thanks a lot, Kakeru. You’re a good little brother.” I could almost picture him grinning ear-to-ear as he said that. “Then, please take care of my womenfolk.”

The faint light catches on the gold of his necklace, and I notice how carefully he handles it, as if it’s fragile, as if it carries a weight only he can understand. I hurry to the cabinet, searching for the first aid box, my hands trembling slightly. When I return, I kneel again beside him, my fingers unwrapping the cloth around his hand. His gaze follows me the entire time, soft but intense, as if measuring every movement, every hesitation, every thought racing behind my eyes. “I’ll clean it first,” I say softly, my hands brushing against his fingers as I work. He flinches slightly at the sting, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he lets me handle it, letting me tend to him, letting me… car

Everyone present was sharp enough; sometimes a look or a single sentence was all it took. “Please assure Mr. Carter that this matter will be handled properly. It’s absolutely something our department will not tolerate.”

I struggled to understand why she said this but found myself inadvertently relating to it, reflecting on my own inability to fight for myself. "You should be more careful with your health. No matter how good you are with herbal remedies, you're not taking care of yourself," I scolded gently, reviewing her medical records. Surprisingly, she revealed that without someone by our side, humans tend to neglect self-care, emphasizing the importance of love and care for a healthy life.

"Whatt!!!....how can they treat you like this?" Damon looked up into my eyes. He had concern written all over his face. For a moment I thought I would cry, no one had shown concern like this for me..... no one had taken care of me like this...... no one but Matt. I quickly composed myself. I wasn't gonna cry in front of this complete stranger. "Well I did tell them to pack their shit and move out in seven days..." "I'm sure you had good reasons for doing that Cornelia. You are so gentle and kind, I doubt yoy would ever deliberately try to hurt someone."

“We aren’t going to kill him, are we?” “Hmm… You just leave it to me. I’ll take care of you,” she said, pounding on her chest with her fist.

he says looking at my mouth with sadness. I'm pretty sure humans don't have healing qualities in our spit, but I nod my head before taking the finger out and wiping it on my leg. "All my paperwork is in order. We didn't have any incidents last night or late check-ins. Everything should be set for you today." He cautiously hands over the second stack of papers and then pulls it back. "Be careful with this stack. Don't let it attack you."

"What nonsense are you spouting? We're completely innocent! This is just brotherly affection!" I hooked the club under a piece of lace underwear on the floor and lifted it slightly. "Brotherly affection, huh?" Joyce gritted her teeth. "You're crossing the line, Henry! He and I are clean! His hand was injured last night, so he just needed someone to take care of him!" "Oh," I said mildly. "Take care of him, huh?" I nodded. "Fine, if that's the case, then you should behave like a proper caretaker."

"No no no, i will. What about him?" "Nothing. I can handle that. Don't worry." Henry gave a peck on her forehead and walked to bathroom to take first aid box and treated her wound. Nora couldn't help but feel guilty for being stupid again.