I Can't Stop Me Twice Novels & Stories

I can’t help but say, He stops, “It’s still not halfway through. Should I stop?” “No,” I say instantly. “Don’t stop please.” “I didn’t know please would be so fucking sexy.” He says over my mouth.

"Tell me how you feel," "I'm okay,” "That's not a feeling,” "I'm feeling okay," I said again with more force. "Only a bit overwhelmed,” "Maybe we should stop,” I didn't want to stop. I shook my head. “No, you need to keep going,” I said breathlessly. I couldn't quit here or I may never return.

“Let's not do it again.” “I won't if you don't stop ignoring me.” “Excuse me?” “STOP. IGNORING. ME.”

This is something far worse. And I have absolutely no idea how to stop it.

I can’t stop it from playing in my mind, from repeating itself like a song that never ends. The pain is unbearable, and I don’t know how much more I can take. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I want is for it to stop. And then, something inside me snaps.

I will never be twice the loser. Never.

"Stop it! Please, stop the timer! We are all going to die!" 1... "Stop!" Silas finally snapped. His hand shot up, his fingers trembling slightly as he gestured toward the heavy front door. The absolute dominance in his dark eyes shattered into pure, choking defeat. He looked at my dazzling, razor-sharp smile, and for the first time in six years, he looked terrified of the boy he thought he owned. I pressed my thumb firmly back down onto the screen. The loud beeping stopped instantly, and the red timer reset itself to ten seconds.

Because I don't want to stop. I never want to stop.

I want to hope… That deep down, there is something about me that people can love. “Stop it… Stop it… Stop it stopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopit! Give in already! Quit being so fucking difficult!” The whispers stopped but were replaced by a bunch of angry voices. The airplane in front of me shook because of it but didn’t crash to the ground.

We have to stop. I whispered over and over again, unable to contain my panic and the pleas that circulated in the deepest recesses of my mind. I was begging my body to stop, to listen to me and yet it seemed almost set in stone, like a cruel fate to continue on a path I knew had the capability of ending me, turning me absolutely insane. I knew that nothing I did or said would make me stop and yet I kept pleading with my body, kept trying to the point of exhaustion to stop myself from going towards it.