Never Quit Book Novels & Stories

My heels clicked against the floor, each step echoing like a drumbeat of freedom. Behind me, I heard the whispers start again—but this time, I didn’t care. Let them talk. I was done listening. By the time I stepped out of the building, the adrenaline was already fading, leaving me hollow. My hands were trembling as I unlocked my car, but I didn’t stop. I slid behind the wheel, shut the door, and sat there for a long moment, staring at the steering wheel like it could give me answers. I had actually quit. The words replayed in my head like a song on repeat: I quit.

“Tell me you didn’t go back to Nathaniel.” “I didn’t,” I said, quietly. “Exactly…” I finished. Relief flickered across her face… but it was short-lived. “Then what happened?” I exhaled. “I quit.” Her eyes widened. “Quit your job?” I nodded. She blinked. “You… what? Wait, wait… you quit your six-figure job? The job you actually liked? That job?” I nodded again, slower this time, like saying it more calmly would make it sound less crazy.

I really only have you. But he would never find that watch again. Six years were over. I refused him one last time. "Grant, it's impossible. There will be no future for us." He went speechless. His mouth opened, but no words came out. I checked the time. My flight was close. "Our story ends here. Don't contact me again. "Also, I've sold the apartment." Then I pulled my suitcase away and left without looking back. Later, I found a good job overseas and lived a relaxed, peaceful life.

All this time, happiness could be found simply by strolling in the market. It had completely stopped snowing by now. After we packed our luggage, we boarded a plane to Luthen. Noah revealed that after retiring from the mafia, he had turned over a new leaf and became a proper businessman. I was somewhat taken aback. I had remembered him as one of Xavier’s most reliable subordinates. He always had a gun loaded, and his eyes were like those of a predator. “I can't spend my whole life like that,” he remarked with a faint smile before ruffling my hair.

When Quinn finally released her new book, Jake was the first to purchase a million copies that he donated to nursing homes for those who took residence there to pass the time reading Quinn’s book. Jake usually read books about business or different wines and food- normally things that were in line with his company. However, ever since he met this author woman, he had read all sorts of steamy novels and realised that he actually liked them. Was it the woman or the books she wrote that he liked? Jake wasn’t sure… all he knew was that everything about Quinn was interesting to him. He was curious about her… how she thinks… what she likes… her dreams. He wanted to know every little thing about he

Anthony sat as the new CEO and within a year of taking the reins of the business, the share price of the company rose. TO, A HAPPILY EVER AFTER >>>>>THE END<<<<<<

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My life became richer and more fulfilling. I was no longer that little girl who revolved around Dante. I was independent and living for myself. After leaving the country, I never went back to New Yis. I canceled my old phone number, changed my identity information, and made sure Dante could never find me. My roommates, all international students, went home almost every break. When they invited me to come back to New Yis with them, I always refused. That place held too many memories and pain. I didn't want to return.

I placed my thermos, blanket, and other personal items into a box, then started going through the work files. These were all projects I led, and many of those clients only agreed to work with us because of me. But I couldn't follow through on them anymore. Sandra watched me like a hawk and said coldly, "Fred, you're 34. You've made it to deputy CEO. That's not an easy achievement. You know how bad the economy is right now. Are you seriously going to throw this all away on a whim?" Instead of answering, I printed out my resignation letter and signed it.

That's when I found out—he'd already quit the hospital. My first instinct? Elroy. I straight-up apologized. "Sorry. Didn't mean to mess with your job." Liam just smiled, easy and warm. "It's not about you. I just think there's something better out there—something worth chasing." His eyes locked onto mine. I looked away, nodded. Prof. Dalloz had one last dream: an exhibit in Nuv Yorke City. Said after that, he'd be ready. I sat by his bed. "Don't worry, Prof. The Nuv Yorke show's gonna be perfect."