Head-shaking No Novels & Stories

I ask “No. I’m not doing that” he shakes his head and pulls out interlocked palm to his chest. “Just for a minute. I just want to talk” I request “It’s the highway and we’re not stopping here” he says shaking his head.

I asked him and he shook his head. "No there's nothing, please let's continue." He said and I almost wanted to laugh, I could tell he was uncomfortable. But that's the plan, he can enjoy that while it lasts.

I don't know why I'm so angry, maybe it's a man's nature, even if it's a fake wife, she can't be treated casually! "You get up first, I will investigate," I promised while holding her up. But as if she didn't like my promise, she immediately shook her head and said "No, no, no, don't tell anyone!" Her head was hurt, so shaking her head only made her more uncomfortable, so I immediately stopped her, "Okay, okay! You calm down first!"

she shook her head as if what she said wasn’t enough. I shifted my gaze at Callahan, and even if he didn’t tell me, I was sure he stopped breathing.

She asked. I shake on my head, “No, I’m good..” “Are you sure?” “Yes. Thank you” And she was gone.

She felt like she was going to be sick. "No, this can’t be happening," she said, shaking her head. "You have to keep looking. You can't give up."

Let her rummage around in my brain and heart. With a sinking feeling, I shook my head. I couldn't do it. No one got that close. Not anymore.

The fear floating at the sidelines of my mind a few seconds ago rushed to the top part of my mind as I hastily shook my head while frantically searching for an answer in my muddled mind. “Uh… no–” He arched a brow and let out another scoff. “No?” He echoed out and once again, I shook my head in response. He regarded me silently for a few more moments before tilting his head sideways to the duplex looming at the left side of the building.

“He thinks I can’t—” She didn’t get to finish. His hands came to her shoulders, not rough, not restraining, but deliberate as he gave her a single, controlled shake that interrupted the spiral of her words more effectively than any argument could have. “Stop.” She blinked at him, caught between irritation and surprise. “What—” “Shake it out,” he said, entirely serious. She stared at him, disbelief cutting clean through the tension. “That is not—” He shook her again, a little more exaggerated this time, his composure slipping just enough to border on ridiculous, the movement almost intentionally absurd in contrast to everything else that had filled the room.

I shook my head quickly, refusing to let him walk out without hearing me out. “No,” I said, my voice rising a little and shaking . “You should have something to say to me. You should have a lot of things to ask me, Kellan. This isn’t like you at all. You’re just angry and pushing me away without even trying to understand what really happened.”