I Can't Stop Me Twice Novels & Stories

“Knowing is why I stop.” “Do you always stop?” I asked, sharper than I intended. “Or just with me?” He took the question from me and stood with it long enough to make me regret giving it to him. “I have stopped twice in my life,” he said finally. “Once in a church with a floor colder than the priest’s breath. Once on a roof when a woman moaned and I wanted to burn the city down to keep the sound.” I closed my eyes because the room tilted. When I opened them, the card was still in my hand and Jamie was still humming to himself and the house was still pretending it had learned tranquility for our sake.

I needed the extra minutes to breathe. The wind moved through the grass in slow waves, carrying the scent of pine and distant rain. I paced the edge of the ridge twice before forcing myself to stop. My hands wouldn’t stay still. I kept touching my pocket, making sure the ring was still there, like it might disappear if I didn’t check. I almost turned around. Twice. The first time I told myself I’d do it tomorrow. The second time I told myself I didn’t deserve to ask her at all.

That to stop it— To really stop it— I might have to cross that line after all. And next time— I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back.

she said. “Huh? Uhh, I can do i—” I was about to decline her offer, but she stopped me. “Nah, just let me” she said. My day ends with madam assisting me to the IT department. She said that she wanted to make sure that they will prioritize me and they could register my ID as a the lock on my e-bike. But I am curious what if I lost my ID? But anyway, I haven’t had any case that I lost my ID in school. So I don’t need to worry about it.

I dоn’t knоw hоw I соuld do it. Mауbе I can step іn front оf a саr when I’m оn thе street again. All I know іѕ I can’t dо thіѕ аnуmоrе. I knоw I’vе ѕаіd this a million tіmеѕ, but nоw I саn’t. Plеаѕе hеlр me. I nееd tо ѕlеер. *Day Twelve:

Alaia POV I had no idea what was going on, but I needed to find out. As quickly as I could, I swung my legs out of bed and pushed myself up. I made it to the stairs before I remembered my shitty balance and decided to sit and scoot down. Three flights of stairs. By the time I reached the second floor, my ass was beyond sore. I was giving up. Matt, could you come help me, please? I’m on the second-floor landing.

I stopped him and pulled the glass bottle from my pocket, the one holding ninety-nine soybeans. "Ninety-nine. Count them." His movements stilled. He turned back to me, stunned. "Already?" I nodded. "Yes." He set down what he was holding, looking troubled. I didn't speak. I just waited for his response. As I expected, he hesitated only briefly before saying, "Cammy… Rita can't be left alone right now…" Guilt flashed in his eyes, but he still finished the sentence. "Our agreement… let's void it."

What about me? I gotta stop that bitch!

It was only a miracle I had risen to this level in ruling my pack, that and the help of the moon goddess who had given me the wisdom amidst the chaos that had threatened to consume me whole. It was in times like this I needed to encourage myself but that was becoming harder by the minute especially since I likened myself to being a failure, someone who couldn’t stand her ground. I needed to be strong, needed to face this challenge but still, the doubts crept up in my heart. “You should stop thinking,” a voice said. Jerking up, I looked around, taking a defensive stance even as I tried to find out who it was that had spoken. That wasn’t Alex’s voice and it was definitely not Gamma Beatrices’.

"I don't need security footage. I just need you to remember this. Don't try any tricks to sabotage my engagement to Jessie. Juliana, the moment you walked away from me five years ago, you lost any right to regret it." The whole thing was so absurd I almost laughed. I looked straight at him and spoke one word at a time. "I have never regretted leaving you." I held his gaze. "And let me say this again. I didn't come back for you. I already have a husband and a child." His face darkened at once. I did not stay to watch. I turned and went back to my room. I was afraid Virgil and Anna would see the cut on my forehead and worry, so I stopped our nightly video calls and switched to voice messages.