I Hope This Doesn't Awaken Anything In Me Novels & Stories

And something deep inside me—something I don’t have a name for yet—stirs like it’s waking up. A warning. A promise. A beginning.

Myself. I closed my eyes anyway, clutching the pillow, hoping he’d come back soon. Hoping I could hold onto this fragile calm before everything turned to dust. follow on i, . g authormiragreen

Riffen's goal is to make Doris feel miserable, hate herself. - You want to open your eyes and see what I want to do with you. Doris kept her eyes closed, she didn't think that he would do anything to her even if he was still sober. But honestly, she was wrong.

he swore coldly in my ear, his voice gleeful at the fact that he had complete power over me. I knew what I had to do but I was not a murderer I couldn’t hurt a fly and yet here I was, weapon in hand preparing to kill my best friend’s brother, who was about to rape and kill me. Save yourself! The thought bounced around in mind an echo in a hollow room. A sob forced its way out my throat, I'm not a murderer. But he laughed like my fear and pain amused him. Like it was the only thing that brought him joy, brought him pleasure. It did. I could feel his arousal pressed again me as he ripped at the remaining buttons of his trousers.

My throat burned like someone shoved hot coal in it. I stared at my plate, vision blurring. The cafeteria suddenly felt colder. Or maybe it was me freezing from inside. Why am I surprised? He sleeps in her bed. He ignores me. He looks at her like she is sunlight and I am ash. Still… Still, somewhere stupid inside me… I hoped. I secretly hoped that one day he would look at me and remember I am his mate. But hope is foolish. Hope is slow poison. My fingers clenched around my fork until my knuckles went white.

And that wanting to be loved, even if it’s make-believe, may be the most dangerous thing I have ever allowed myself to crave. I turn off the light quietly and leave the door slightly open. Just in case she wakes and needs me.

I mutter, absently tapping my foot in the air. I just hope, by the time I wake up, this will feel less important. But deep down, I already know the truth. This time, I don’t think I’ll be able to forget.

I rерlіеd, уаwnіng once more. “I know іtѕ wishful thіnkіng оn my part, it’s juѕt I’m аt thіѕ part іn thе bооk where thе bіg rеvеаl is аbоut tо hарреn, and іf I’m right about whаt I thіnk іt іѕ thеn I will bе ѕо аnnоуеd. I just want tо knоw already.”

“You don’t see yourself as the center of the universe, let alone your own life. You have no idea of the strength that lies dormant within you, waiting for the right moment to awaken.” Heat rises in my cheeks, and I can’t help but be drawn deeper into those mesmerizing eyes. In this moment, I feel a flicker of understanding… a recognition of the power that stirs within me, a potential still waiting to be unleashed. The world around us fades, leaving only the connection between us, a bond forged in the flickering shadows of our shared existence.

It stretched on for a very long time until I puffed out a breath. "I just hope this goes well!" I stated. "I just hope old feelings don't reignite and consume us." I said.