It's Not That Complicated Book Novels & Stories

It was that simple. ~Is it really that simple?~

His grip tightened slightly around the file in his hand before loosening again. “…Yeah,” he muttered under his breath. Because things weren’t complicated in the way she thought. They were worse. And she didn’t even know it.

“That’s how this happened.” Hearing someone else say it aloud made my chest tighten violently. “No,” I said. “Natalie,” her voice gentled immediately. “Please stop trying to lie to yourself. You’re too far into this now.” I swallowed hard. “It’s complicated,” I said. “Of course it is,” she said sharply. “You don’t understand,” I said. “I understand more than you think,” she replied, which was true because Maya had always been able to understand me. She leaned back slightly in the chair, crossing her arms loosely as she studied me.

“True. But maybe that’s why things like this are important. They remind us that not everything has to be so complicated.” I glanced over at him, seeing the quiet wisdom in his expression.

Oh, well, and the second, I kind of didn't pay attention in my classes today and I might have been absent-minded at work, stealing some time to myself to read and complete the second book breezily. The third and last book was the most complicated because of how high the stakes were, and let's not forget the numerous mind-fucks and plot twists. It was compelling, addictive and thought-provoking. "I must be boring you to death then," the proximity between my face and her mouth was sudden, eliciting a shriek from me. "Iris!" I snapped, sitting up. Her flawlessly made-up face had me furrowing my brows a little. She was all glammed like she had somewhere to be.

My fingers traced across the book Jake bought me some days earlier. Dropping it back onto the bed with a sigh, I watched my pen float in the air. Why couldn't things be less complicated than it was? If we had met in normal circumstances, would things still be the same? Would it be difficult, with rough and bumpy trails? Or would it be smooth sailing? All I knew, for now, was that things weren't going well and none of us knew how to fix it.

It was to fulfill her promise to Dave. But, to be honest, she was a little hesitant to go to the bookstore with the only hope of finding something. There were many books, of course, and it confused her. Which one to buy it? The introduction seemed boring—she spent a more extended time skimming some chapters—and some too business was very confusing. She could only blink blankly, not understanding at all. Moreover, there were many. She should have asked for his recommendation. She picked up a fairly thick book, around four centimeters. It had ‘Profit’ in the title. And as the title suggested, it talked about how to make a profit in any business.

He studied me for a second longer before leaning back again, his fingers tapping lightly against the table. “Then write that,” he said simply. I blinked. “What?” “That,” he repeated, gesturing slightly toward me, “whatever that is, whatever you just didn’t say, that’s your next book.” I let out a small, breathless laugh, shaking my head. “It’s not that simple,” I said. “It never is,” he replied calmly, “but that’s exactly why it works.” I looked at him, something in my chest tightening again, though this time it wasn’t discomfort.

The real version. "Complicated," Adaeze said. "But not the complicated of before. Before, complicated meant I didn't know where the ground was. Now complicated means I know exactly where the ground is and the ground is harder than I thought it was but it's still ground. I can stand on it." Chisom nodded slowly. "The complete account," she said. "Does it change what you're going to do?" "No," Adaeze said. "It changes what I know. It doesn't change what I'm going to do."

No copyright infringement is intended. P.S— THIS IS THE BOOK TWO OF BOOK ONE— DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM. ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO. THANK YOU!