Never Quit Book Novels & Stories

"It feels too quiet. I keep waiting for another message, another alarm or another problem to happen." "Quiet is something we worked hard for, " Silas said softly, kissing her neck gently, his breath warm on her skin. "Quiet means there are no people controlling us from behind." He walked over to the black desk, picked up a thick book that came earlier that day and started flipping through the pages. The cover was blank. The first page had a special name on it. "Speaking of our accomplishments " Silas said, smiling slowly as he looked at the pages. "The numbers are in your book.

Third-person POV The Judd family's company was being forcibly liquidated by the court and was on the brink of bankruptcy. Everyone was circling like vultures, waiting to grab a piece. Winona knew that only Anson could save her. Just like she always did, she clung to him and turned on the charm, begging him to acquire Judd Group ahead of everyone else and give her family a way out. But Anson remained unmoved. She shook his arm in annoyance. "Anson, did you even hear what I said? I turned down an offer from a royal family abroad just to come work for—"

I'm torn among everything. In the long run, to be the best in everything, I lost enough. * "What brings you here today?" Emily hands me a cold drink and sits near me on the couch as I watch Chrisanna dozing in Emily's room through the half-opened door. I sigh. "I wanna quit" Meanwhile, I hear Emily coughing. She has literally up the drink, gawking at me in disbelief. "You— you what?" She exclaims. "Quit" "Quit what?" She blurts out.

He said while air quoting. “No, actually I came here to inform you that I would not be working here anymore, I Quit!” “Quit? You must be joking,” he says and starts laughing aloud sardonically. “No I am not joking, I quit!” “Well, there is no need for you to quit because you’re fired! Get the fuck out of my club.” He says and I grin, I’d already anticipated his reaction because he never lets people quit on him. He likes being in charge, with that humongous ego of his. I turned around to leave but stopped in my tracks upon hearing the sound of his voice again.

Deimos relaxed, saying, "Darling, you're so wise. Alright, I'll personally go to Utren. Don't worry, I'll make sure everything runs smoothly." Yuna kissed him gently, cursing Elise in her heart, "Did you really think no one around you belongs to me? How naive. I've never seen you as a real rival, but you got lucky, so don't blame me now." … In Utren, Felix was shocked when he got home—Zaria Quaker from the Black Widow Society was sitting on the couch, picking at her nails. His expression changed quickly, and he was about to rush to the bedroom.

“And right when I get used to it, I’ll go home to Hartford and have to get used to that time change all over again.” “Yeah, it’s an adjustment.” “How’s grad school treating you?” “Grandma, you know I’m not going anymore. It wasn’t for me,” Danielle starts, having more patience than I would have. “You know who says that? Quitters. And the Crosses aren’t quitters.” Danielle takes another drink. “If anything, quitting was harder than going.” “What kind of crazy talk is that? Quitting is the easy way out.” Danielle just smiles and nods, going back to her drink. I know exactly what she means. Quitting meant finally veering off the path that had been laid out for her. It meant telling her father s

“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,

When she stood up straight, she exhaled deeply and announced, "I'm quitting." “Wait—what?” Abby followed Rye and continues to question why and what. She said, "Are you serious?" but Rye never responded. Rye placed her bag on the table's surface. "I simply quit." Abby smacked her forehead with her hand. "You wanted a job desperately and you just quit? You lose your job because you just quit?!" Abby cannot refrain from raising her voice, but she apologized afterward. "I don't know why you quit, but you needed it really... for Amelia, correct?"

"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.

The worst part is that he's right. She doesn't have the money. She doesn't have the strength for the drama, or the retaliation that would follow her to every job she ever applied to in this city. He's calling her bluff, and they both know the hand is empty. Jessica nods slowly as something cold and calm settles over her like snowfall. "You know what, Bill?" She exhales. "I quit." His eyebrows jump. He wasn't expecting that. "But before I go." Jessica turns around. Walks to the office door. Her heels click against the tile with a rhythm that sounds almost like a countdown.