Never Quit Book Novels & Stories

"It wasn't me. She..." But Antonio cut me off before I could finish. "Martina, do you really think I'd believe you? How many times have I forgiven you? When will you learn?"

“I need to go.” I needed to get to Brick before he saw that article. “Go?” Mr. Goode finally lumbered to his feet as well, extending a hand to stop me. “But we need to discuss your transfer to—” “No.” I shook my head wildly. “I quit.” Glancing toward Carmen, I repeated, “I quit. I didn't mean to send that to you, and you published it without my permission. So I can’t—” Lifting my hand to block them, I shook my head and stumbled toward the door. “I just can’t with you people.”

They had protected her while forcing me to apologize. Now, they were finally holding me. However, I didn't want them anymore. Slowly, I pried his fingers away one by one. "Hunter, it's not that you can't live without me. You just can't accept that the person who had always waited for you finally stopped waiting."

As I walk out of the kitchen and head back upstairs, I can still feel her presence behind me, not physically but in the way the house no longer feels empty, like everything I do from now on will be noticed, questioned, and possibly criticized. And somehow, I already know this is only the beginning. Because if yesterday was an introduction… Today feels like the real test. I genuinely feel like quitting when I just started.

After leaving the master bedroom, I casually picked a guest room to stay in. I didn’t bother unpacking the clothes I had neatly folded. I just left them inside the suitcase because I would be leaving with them soon anyway. I took my ID and went to City Hall to file my withdrawal from the Fangtooth Pack. The clerk told me my application would be approved in three days. By then, I would be officially free from Fangtooth and could leave this place for good. Three days later… Wasn’t that exactly the day Harry and Chloe were holding their bonding ceremony? Up until today, I had always thought that the ceremony was meant for me.

“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.

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

“Shit, that’s wild. I mean… good wild. You deserve rest, that boss of yours was an asshole.” I nodded and stared at the screen in front of me. The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my boss and I knew how easily Frank could read me. My laptop was open. Inbox flooded. Job boards, application portals, CV tweaks. I was already knee-deep in it again. Frank leaned over my shoulder. “The fuck? You’re already applying to new companies? Girl, chill for once.” I tilted my head and looked up at him. “I didn’t quit because I hate working. I quit because I couldn’t stand that bastard one more day.”

He knew that he could not mess with a rich kid. Paul was stunned for a moment, but he immediately smiled and said, "Why would you resign so suddenly when you've been doing such a great job all this while? This is too sudden. What am I going to do once you're gone? And besides, didn't you say you needed money?" Queenie smiled embarrassedly. "I don't lack money anymore, Paul, and a place like this just isn't suitable for me. I've decided to quit, so I hope you'll approve my resignation!"

Meryl said with a reassuring smile and squeezed Anita’s hand. “You can’t do this; you can’t quit your job because of a man.” Anita shrieked, shocked to the core. “I’m sorry, Anita, but I quit.”