No String Attached Novels & Stories

But what was the use of remembering them when they yielded nothing? Now the only thing on my mind presently was the one I was going to now. I had seen it last month and called the number and what I heard was, ‘We will get back to you shortly I had heard similar words before: ‘ We can get back to you in a day or two'. But those days turned to never and when I wasn’t called throughout the month, I gave up but here I am getting prepared. I had the determination to achieve two things of which I had achieved one

STORY TITLE: NO STRINGS ATTACHED Haunted by the past, can a legend & a single mom find love? Hope you enjoy the story. ************* Alex POV I stood at the doorway watching her. I don't like kids. I don't dislike them either, they simply don't exist in my day-to-day life so I don't really think about them much. But, something about the little girl was compelling. She was talking to a woman who was clearly her mother. They could have been twins, separated by 20 years and a few hundred dollars' worth of tattoos. The woman was shaking her head and the little girl was looking up at the acoustic guitar.

I braced myself, trying to maintain composure. "Nothing's wrong, Aunt," I began, my voice betraying a hint of unease. I needed to be careful with my words. Any slip-up could raise suspicions. "The job's challenging, and the rules are overwhelming. But it's not about that, it's..."I hesitated, trying to find the right words. "I missed you terribly, and not being able to talk freely, it got to me.”

“I can smell the agony you felt the night you were bitten.” “I am not sure what you are talking about.” “You could smell me when I got out of my car. I used the mind link on you a few minutes ago. I don’t think you have mastered that yet.” Yes! Titus had informed her of the mindlink. She had not even realized she could use it on him. “My name is Easton.” He extended his hand in front of him. Selena turned to face him after examining his hands. Easton kept his hands to himself. “It appears that you do not wish to take my hand in yours. I imagined us getting along and eventually becoming friends.”

After a prolonged beep, he heard someone say, "I don't want a card, insurance, or loan. Please kindly block my number. Thank you." The impatient tone and perfunctory words remained familiar to me, easing the tension I had endured all day. All of a sudden, I just had tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm Arvin. Please don't hang up. I just wanted to tell you that Letitia should be careful and not indulge herself outside. She can't eat whatever she wants. Her due date is approaching." There was silence on the other end. It was so quiet that Arvin thought Maggie had hung up.

It looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Beta Chris, are you looking for my brother?" "Why didn't you answer my calls?" We spoke in unison. Hearing the frustration and anger in his tone, I composed myself and smiled lightly. "My phone was off, so I didn't notice. What do you need from me? Oh, right. I just remembered—we still haven't set a date to sever our mate bond." "Fiora, how long are you going to keep being angry with me?"

RESOLUTION REQUIRED. Matteo grins up at the sky. “Yeah good luck with that.” The partitioned presence inside my mind surges suddenly. Stronger than it’s ever been. Unexpected configuration detected. My head spins. “What now?” Emotional interference increasing system instability. Ezra glances at me. “What?” I stare at him. Then at Matteo. Then back at the sky. “They didn’t model this.” “Model what?” Matteo asks. “Attachment.” Above us, the network hesitates.

I need today's meeting to count. I set the phone face up on the bed and waited. The room was quiet. Ten seconds passed then twenty and then the three dots appeared. He was typing.

“Until I say otherwise.” The words shook me. “And if I say no?” I asked, and I hated that I asked because it meant I was already negotiating. “Then the video finds its way to Uncle Frank.” He said without blinking. “Before the wedding.” The room felt like it was getting smaller, the air on my skin rose, I could suddenly hear the faint music downstairs, the cool air was hitting my back, and the slight tremor in my hands. I wanted to scream at him, use every ugly word I could thinking, do something to make him shut up, and distort every of his silly thoughts. I was too stunned to speak.

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