Never Quit Book Novels & Stories

His expression unreadable. "They should focus on their jobs." "Maybe." Alex headed toward the door. Then stopped. "Or maybe they're wondering why the one person who never quit anything finally quit you." The door closed before Sebastian could respond. The office felt strangely empty afterward. Not physically. Emotionally. Like something essential had been removed from the atmosphere. By seven-thirty, he gave up on working. That never happened. Normally he'd stay until midnight. Sometimes later. Tonight, he found himself staring at the same document for ten consecutive minutes.

Only in the dead of night, in my dreams, would I meet her tear-filled eyes as she said, "Don't go, Noah…" However, I never looked back. As her voice echoed louder and closer behind me, I quickened my steps. In the end, even my dreams stopped featuring her. In my final year before graduation, I suddenly received a large sum of money. The lawyer informed me that my biological parents had passed away, and this was the inheritance they had left behind. I couldn't quite describe what I felt, but it was all in the past now. I would never be trapped again. … Luna's POV

I shrugged. "Then you don't get it." "That's your advice?" "Pretty much." He stared at me. I leaned back in my chair. "When I started my company..." "I know this story." "No, you don't." He settled back. "Fine." "I failed my first pitch." "I didn't know that." "My second too." I took a sip of coffee. "My third wasn't much better." "So why didn't you quit?" I smiled. "Because nobody had told me I couldn't."

"Stop dealing with a troubled person like me. Nothing will happen to me anymore." "Let me help you," continued Tuncay, with an unyielding demeanor. He looked at the glass in my hands; a venomous pain formed in his eyes. As I hurt myself, he felt the cruel blows in his soul, I knew. "You're only eighteen, Lavin. Stop poisoning yourself." “No,” I replied, shaking my head in the negative. "There's no such thing as quitting for me anymore." Tuncay bent slightly to me. "You're wrong, Lavin," he said sharply. He looked me in the eyes with a determined and strong expression. "Just as there is such a thing as starting, there is also such a thing as quitting."

Her notebook lay on her knees, its pages filled with sketches and equations. She thought about Elias's words, about the gray lines of the world. About trust and cost. About how easy it was to lose everything once you let someone close enough to see the cracks. She closed the notebook and said, low, "Pressure isn't new." The wind carried the words away, soft and final. Inside, the lights of the incubator flickered. Somewhere, deep down, the real work had already begun.

Quit or lose him. "And you know what? I almost chose him. Almost quit. Almost made myself smaller so he could feel bigger. Almost silenced myself so he could feel safer. Almost repeated every mistake I'd made with Tyler because I loved Dominic and didn't want to lose him. "But then my eleven-year-old daughter, Rose, she's here tonight too, she said something that changed everything. She said: 'Mama, if you quit, they win. The people trying to scare you. They win.'

The universe sure does have a weird way of sorting things out. I politely excused myself— making sure to let her know I'll get the spreadsheets done— and exited the room like my ass was on fire. _______________________________________________________________________________________ Please remember to vote, comment, share and follow! Kellisa Kelly

But I never stopped, because I was a pathetic loser who was so lonely that she was taking crap from an unknown man and listening to his angry rants and sexual fantasies. I exited the text thread, I wasn’t going to text him, and put my phone down after checking the time. 12:30 p.m. Time to get ready for work and start the same day I’d been living since last six months. . . Hello dear readers, Thankyou for choosing my book to read. Please leave a comment on the beginning of the book to share your thoughts on the first chapters of the book. Hope You Like The book!! A. Gupta

Again and again, hope sparked and fizzled, wearing him down until he was almost numb. By the third morning, a woman appeared at the edge of the landfill.

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.”