Jocat Quitting Novels & Stories

He said almost desperately. Michelle put down the drinks in front of me and I smiled thankfully at her before she strutted out of the conference room to leave me be with Matt. I looked at him for a moment before sighing deeply and grabbing his hand to mine. “I am here to quit.” I said plainly. “I’m so thankful for the years you have spent with me, Matt. For guiding me, backing me up, everything! But I’ve decided I need a long break from the limelight. These previous fiasco have drained and stressed me out to the fullest-”

"I have to Jordan, it's not about the money, it's about my happiness, I don't think I will ever be happy if I am around Lucas, knowing I can't have him," She replied. "Okay, I get you, I don't have a say in this, it's up to you, if that's what you want," "I don't know what I want Jordan, the only thing I am sure that I want I can't get, I don't know anything else, I am barely existing right now and I don't even know if quitting will change that," "Let's take it one step at a time, if you feel quitting is the first step then let's do that, you deserve the best Katrina, you are a loving woman and if Lucas doesn't see what he had and lost then it's on him not you alright?"

“I just told Nico to shove it up to his ass.” The smile disappeared from Mario’s face and he looked so pale, almost as if he was having a fever. “You did, what?” “I told Nico to shove it up to his ass,” I reiterated, still smiling and feeling euphoric. “I quit. I told him I am not doing it anymore.” Faith noticed the odd look on Mario’s face and put her hand on his arm. “Rio, what’s wrong?”

She snapped. “I quit!”

Something in me that had been holding very carefully since yesterday morning finally stopped holding. "Just quit," I said. He looked at me. "What?" "Quit." I crossed the hallway toward him and I could hear that my voice was shaking slightly and I didn't care. "Whatever this is, whatever you do for Don Adriano and the Vitale family, just stop. We leave. We go somewhere they don't know. I'll work two jobs, three if I have to, I'll finish my degree online, we'll figure it out, people figure things like this out all the time and we can too if you just..."

I turned to Griff and raised my brows. “His name was Jericho,” he said. “Jericho Griffiths,” Edmund licked his lips and panted. “Lost nine-hundred units of gold on the baccarat table. Borrowed a thousand at a compounding rate of 10.995%. Yes, I have him… oh!” My skin tightened with revulsion. “Would it help if you stood?” “Perhaps you’re right.” He rose off the seat and exhaled a long breath, then shook out his shoulders. “That’s much better. It’s the breeches, you see. The fabric bunches around me when I sit, creating an unbearable amount of friction.”

All I could do was what I was doing now. After things between us had reached this point, I no longer had the strength to continue forward. "I'm sorry. Right now, I just want to focus on running the Famiglia. Stefano, you're a truly good person. Don't waste your time on me," I said in the end. I turned my head and looked out the window. A drizzle was falling outside, and the sky was gradually growing darker. Hearing me say this, Stefano didn't speak anymore either.

It gave me some closure, pretending they were there in spirit, listening to all I had to tell them. “You may be a bit disappointed in me though, Mom. I’m thinking about quitting the cheer team. I know it was something we shared but I am thinking about getting a job instead. I know Nathan is probably making a few jokes of his own now, but that’s what I’m planning to do.”

Charlie was very understanding as he said, “It does not matter. Your work is important. However, you also have to take care of your body and health. Make sure you do not work too hard.” Quinn then said, “Don’t worry, Brother Charlie. Let me tell you a small secret. I’ve already decided to quit the entertainment industry indefinitely after I’m done with this concert tour.” Charlie asked puzzledly, “Aren’t you doing quite well? Why do you want to quit?”

His refusal was sharp as he simply replied, "No." The last spark of hope within her was extinguished in an instant. Her tears fell like heavy drops onto the screen, blurring the world before her. When Charlotte saw the words "Deactivate Account" on the screen, she squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her lower lip before clicking the button. The pop-up that read "Account Deleted" felt like it stabbed straight through the heart. Jonathan withdrew his gaze indifferently. On his way out, he added, "When the police question you later, you had better be honest about how you bought the drug and used it. Explain everything clearly and honestly."