Never Quit Book Novels & Stories

"Hey, Emily, don't just sit there. Drink. Have a few for Adrian." I smiled and kept drinking, glass after glass. It burned all the way down. My stomach twisted, on fire. Adrian sat across from me, Celine just one seat over. They didn't talk, but something hung between them—tight, closed off, like no one else existed. He glanced at me now and then, eyes dark, unreadable. Halfway through, my phone lit up. Tyler. [Millie, I finished the book you recommended. It was really inspiring. Thank you. There were a few parts I didn't get. Can I ask you next time we meet?]

“I read your post. And your last chapter. I don’t want to interrupt your life… but I needed to say thank you. You told our story without bitterness. That’s rare.” Sophia didn’t expect the tears that formed. She hadn’t written the book for him. She hadn’t even thought he’d see it. But deep down, maybe a small part of her had hoped he would. Not for reconnection—but for understanding. She typed back: “Thank you for reading. I wish you peace. I really do.” That was it. No reopening old doors. No rekindled flames. Just… closure. Later that evening, Sophia sat in her foundation office, sipping tea while reviewing mentorship applications. Keji, the quiet teenager from their creative therapy group,

He looked handsome it hurt, but then I remembered that this was nothing more than a game, I had brushed over the initial hurt of waking up alone my pride blocked away the feeling. But right now I felt it all through my bones, he didn't even have the curtsey to call or send a message to check up on me during the day. This was clear enough, the man didn't give two shits about me. He stopped typing and shut his laptop. He tilted his head and arched his eyebrow at me in question. I realized I was yet to say a word yet. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, “I quit.I came here to thank you for the opportunity to work at your company but I'm done.”

I was still the talented young man untainted by the scandal at this point. And I also struck a deal with a company and helped them out with their tech. Every month, I made a lot of money from my side hustle. I took a shower and hopped into bed, but my mind was still combing out my past life. Though Yvonne was the one who orchestrated everything up to my death, Dick Woody was the one who gained the most. I searched my friend list. He was on it, and I added him back on onboarding day. He updated his status the day before. The campus' lab stood behind him. He was making a peace sign beside a robot model. The caption read, 'Finally. I'm almost done.'

The strong painkillers he prescribed could only dull the pain enough to make me look normal. I spent this week live-streaming and earning tips to afford a decent funeral. I wanted to leave this world with dignity. It would be my final gift to myself. "Fine. If that's what you want, then we're done." Dominic stormed out. At least Dominic and I weren't fated mates. Our breakup was simple, without the physical agony that came from rejection. A moment later, I received an anonymous message from Chloe. "How are you feeling today? "Haha! How does it feel knowing your precious fiance won't defend you anymore?"

"Get back inside and apologize to her." "I'd rather eat a turd." I leaned down into the car and got my wallet out of the console. "Thanks for the last few years. I quit." "Don't ask me for a reference. Quitters don't get advances in life." He moved back as I pulled my phone from my purse and started toward home. It was five miles, but I was praying that I could get a hold of my best friend Charlotte, or if nothing else, my fuck-buddy Jace. Surely someone would be free.

This was his moment to reclaim his self-worth. The manager looked up, startled by the resolute expression on Keagan's face. There was a brief flicker of recognition, a glimmer of realization that something significant was about to unfold. Without hesitation, Keagan spoke "I'm quitting," he declared, each word laced with weight. The manager's eyes widened in astonishment. He tried to interject, thinking there was no way he would carry on with his resignation, knowing full well the status of his life. “You can't quit, you need this job. otherwise, where else would you find a company that can hire you without a college degree, or a home for that matter, stop this nonsense and get back to work,”

I started off, pleading, grabbing his arm to try and stop him. "If it's possible, I'll just quit my job. You don't want me to work, right? Consider it done." Bryan's grin dropped, and he looked at me with surprise. "You'd really quit your job?" he asked, his voice covered with curiosity. I nodded fervently, desperate to avoid whatever plans Bryan had in mind for Eclipse. "Yes, I would," I added. "Just please, don't touch a dime.” Bryan's expression softened, and he looked at me with admiration for a while. "You're something, Ms Quinn," he said. "I'll think about what you've said. But no promises, okay?"

It was large enough to cover most of my face. When I arrived at the book signing, the place was packed with fans. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming at first. Then, just like in my previous life, everything changed when Jenna showed up—along with the rest of my family. "You made me sick, ruined my chances of getting into any university, and seduced every boy I liked... I've put up with you all this time. Isn't that enough? Why did you have to steal the story I worked so hard to write?"