It's Not That Complicated Book Novels & Stories

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."

“It’s complicated.” “Complicated?” He repeats, seeming to not quite understand the word. “What’s so complicated about it? Either you hate each other or you’re close, and if it were left up to me, I would guess the latter, so why don’t you tell me what you really mean?"

"Why?" I smiled, "It's complicated."

"It's complicated…" "Complicated?" Chloe laughed — a bitter laugh, short, devoid of any joy. "Complicated is a cake that doesn't rise in the oven. Complicated is a dress that won't close at the zipper. This... this is an earthquake. This is a Greek tragedy. This is the headline that's going to sell millions of magazines." "It won't blow up."

But then again, she remembered that Charles was nothing but nice to her. He never really took her as a prostitute. He loved and treated her well, and she got too comfortable with him, that when she learnt that she is going to have his baby, she felt happy. No one has actually treated her as well as Charles did, and she knows that though he has chosen his family over her, it is for her own good and safety. She saw the message that popped up on her computer, and it was Stanley. "This boy Sure hates his father". She said, as she read all the terrible things he had to say about his father.

“It’s just… confusing.” He tilted his head, eyes still fixed on the textbook, then scoffed. Without a word, he pulled out the chair beside me and sat down, his presence swallowing up the entire space. He took the textbook from me, scanning the messy diagram with slow, focused eyes before saying flatly, “They’ve overcomplicated it.” “What?” I blinked, confused, right before he slammed the book shut and pushed it aside. He grabbed a blank sheet from my notebook and drew one single straight line across the center.

"If you don't love him, then break things off and let the poor sap get on with his life." I'm trying, I want to say. Instead, I tell him, "It's not that simple. There's nothing to 'break off.' There are just some things to sort through." "Then sort them." "It's not that simple." "Yes. Yes it is." I'm about to tell him he can shove it, but then I see the look on his face. He's not arguing for the sake of arguing. "The only thing making it complicated is this." He taps the side of his head. "Same with everything in life. Things are as they are. The complicated part comes from our own heads."

But as Kamon squeezed my hand and smiled at me with complete confidence in whatever came next, I thought maybe complicated wasn't necessarily bad. Maybe it was just... supernatural. [End of Chapter 13]

Inhaling a deep breath, Melissa made her way through the throng of people, she had just about made it to the bar when Mr and Mrs Robins and their daughter Anita stopped her. Mr and Mrs Robins owned a hardware business, they probably made enough each year that they were comfortable, Melissa hated and their horse faced daughter, she wasn’t really horse faced Melissa called her that because of her braying laugh and her ability to make people feel uncomfortable. They also behaved like they had money to burn, and that Anita was a debutante.