It's Not About You Novels & Stories

“You keep saying that like it’s guaranteed.” “It is.” “It’s not.” “It is for me.” I frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means I won’t let it happen.” “That’s not how this works.” “It is for me.” “You can’t control everything.” “I’m not trying to.” “Yes, you are.” “I’m trying to control what I can.” “And what’s that?” “You.” I blinked. “What?” “I can control whether you face this alone.” “That’s not control.” “It is.” “No,” I said. “That’s support.”

“Not everything is about money, It's really going to cost you…it might even cost you your position, do we have a deal?” “Anything.” “Then consider it done.”

And suddenly, it hit her. This had nothing to do with her unpaid dues. This wasn’t about money. So what the hell was it about?

He tells me. I paused for a bit and thought about it before turning away. “You make it sound so easy,” I said. “It's not like it is easy, but that's just how it has to be in life and you just don't have to care about the people that aren't important to you.” He said. “It's just how things have to be if it's for yourself.”

“It’s up to you. Besides, I think you’re moved on.” No. I haven’t, and I don’t think I ever will.

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Someone who really loved you wouldn't leave you over such a tiny thing. "In my opinion, she's still playing hard to get. Don't take it to heart. Maybe she's just waiting for you to get anxious." "Once you are, she'll be able to control you." Nathan hesitated for a moment and asked doubtfully, "Really? Then, what should I do now?" "I think that you should just get married to show her that you'll be fine without her!" … My plane landed in a small nation in Auland. Rebecca Brown, my senior in college, came to pick me up. She was standing at the entrance, holding a huge sign.

He tried hard to shake these thoughts out of his head, but the image of them refused to come out of his head. (No, no, this is not possible. She is the age of my daughter. How do I think of her in this way? I just love Somaya, yes, but I adore her. It's over, oh my God, I have to get rid of this matter. I can't stop myself from her. That girl is driving me crazy, since I came here and took her picture. It does not leave my memory, but why oh my God. Well, I will ignore it. I will only meet with her at the dining table. I will never come into contact with her. I will control myself. This is an honesty to me. I should not think of it in this way. He goes to the bathroom and takes a shower to r

M x Within a few seconds, the familiar BEEP BEEP came from her phone, looking at the screen and unlocking it Melissa clicked on the message From Blake, I thought you weren't interested in me. I'm glad you messaged. what are you up to right now? To Blake I'm just on my way home, I have an awards ceremony tonight and I need to pick an outfit. From Blake, I'd love to give you my opinion on your choices. To Blake Maybe M x

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]