Jocat Quitting Novels & Stories

Jackie said as she threw her hands up in the air. “Look, are you going to join us or not?” Jodi asked flatly. “God, I could just knock the hell out of you. We could lose our license over this.” “We’re losing the place anyway,” Jodi countered. “You’re cleaning the mess up by yourself in the morning,” Jackie snapped and headed for the elevator. Jodi let out an exasperated breath and went back to the party. -------

He was really strong. Jordan lowered his head to look at me. "Envious?" I nodded quickly. He crossed his arms and looked me up and down. He clicked his tongue. "Don't even dream of being like me. You're too small for that." Before I could get angry at his sarcastic remark, Jordan suddenly pointed at himself. "But you do have a free bouncer. Me." Elijah and his family hadn't known me long, but they treated me so well. As for my family and fiancé, all they did was ignore my suffering.

“It really is that simple, if being my slut is what you really want. Have a think about it. I’ll go make us a coffee.” “Wait,” I said as he made to walk away. I didn’t want to think about it. Didn’t need to think about it. My phone was buried behind one of the cushions. My fingers were trembling as I called up the pizza house number, and this time when Marcus answered, I didn’t fake a cough. I was looking at Julian as I said the words. “I quit, sorry,” I said, on autopilot. “Something has come up.” I hung up before Marcus could quiz or argue, tossing my phone to the side as I stared at Julian, staring at me.

Jean picked up the microphone. “If I am guilty, the law will punish me. It is not up to any of you to sanction me.” “We are reporters. I—” “Shut up!” Jean raised her voice, sounding sharp and cold. There was an instant silence in the vast venue. Her eyes swept over the audience. “I am here today not for you to judge me but to announce something.” She paused before continuing. “I, Jean Mitchell, will officially quit the entertainment industry, starting today.”

Joel opened the refrigerator and took out a can of Star, then tossed it at him. Being the keeper for the soccer team the last session sometimes got into Isaac's head as he dove and caught the can, stuck out his tongue, and did a crazy dance. "Show off." Joel laughed and sat on the couch. "Jealous." Isaac opened the can and began gulping the drink. "I still don't get why you decided to quit football," Joel began saying. "I mean, music for soccer? Who does that? It's the final year and national teams would be on the lookout for guys like you."

Before I could register it, I find myself been pushed to the wall with furious Jawad, he held my arms tightly, I'm feeling the pain but I didn't let him know, he can't see it my weakness. “Don't you dare talk to me like that, you don't know what I'm capable of doing” he inches closer, I can feel his breath on my face. I looked straight into his light brown eyes which are now dark with anger. “What will you do? Fire me?” A smirk form on my lips “No need for that because I quit. MR JAWAD ABDALLAH I QUIT” I shouted on top of my lung. He was taken aback by my outburst.

“On that note, I would like to inform you that I have given Jacqueline my notice of resignation, effective immediately. I am here today only to empty my office and have closure on the competition, because while it was not my design in the end, it was my idea from the beginning. It has been a pleasure working with you.” Jackson gives a polite slight bow, glancing around the table quickly, and steps out from his place at the end of the table for the last time. "Jackson,” Jacqueline calls after him, desperate. He doesn't even turns around.

“I am quitting silver vipers.” “What. The. Fuck?” He bounces off the stool and saunters towards me, still wincing. “You can’t quit. You knew what you were getting into when you joined. You pledged your alliance, dude, now you want to back down?” “I don’t want to be part of this anymore, I don’t want to kill again, I want to get my life in order.” “No,” he grits his teeth, shoving me backward harshly. “You don’t get to quit!”

“No one saw it coming. Coach tried to talk him out of it. I tried to talk him out of it. He just… He said it was personal and walked out." I stared at him. "That's not possible. He loves football. He… he wouldn't just quit." "Bowie." Marcus's called gently, like he was trying not to hurt me further. "I don't know what's going on with him. But he's not answering any of us either. I have called him several times.” I felt the ground tilt beneath me. "He quit the team," I repeated, my voice hollow. "And he didn’t tell me anything… he just left."

" At that point, I didn't want to hear another word. After asking the campsite owner to make sure Preston got his car keys, I turned and walked away from the campsite. When I got down the mountain, I started working on my resignation. I'd already handed over almost all of my work. The only thing left was to submit my resignation letter. I called home to let them know about my resignation. The phone rang for a long time before someone finally picked up. The background on the other end was so noisy that my mom's voice was practically drowned out. When she heard I was quitting, all she said was a hurried, "Stay safe. I'm busy right now, so let's talk another time."