No String Attached Novels & Stories

Words she had said before echoed in her mind, one after the other. "I'd like to write my name with yours and hang it here, Anthony. When we come back to look at it ten years later, it'll definitely feel very romantic." "Why don't you want to write our names together? This isn't some childish act. It's a promise. Is it because you don't want to hang up a ribbon or because you don't want your name to be written next to mine?" "Are you still thinking about that other woman? If you love her that much and can't get over your crush, why did you get together with me?"

Zayn asked when he was done writing. "No, Doctor. I also feel my whole body go tense. The bad part of it all is that I can't even sleep without being on the same bed with them." I hope Zayn doesn't ask me what gender. He should just tell me the cure. "That should be all, Doc." "Hmm, first off, is this particular person a man or a woman?" "A...woman." What was I expecting, he was a doctor anyways. "That's fine." Zayn said, adjusting his glasses. He closed his note as he looked at my face. "From the symptoms you just mentioned, you are suffering from what is called Attraction Deficit Disorder. ADD for short."

“Hmm?” “Does this feel… real to you?” He didn’t answer immediately, and that scared me a little. Then he said, “It does. And that’s why I’m taking it seriously.” I turned to face him. “I just don’t want to rush into something and ruin it.” “I get that,” he said. “But I also don’t want to pretend I don’t feel what I feel.” “And what do you feel?” I asked. He smiled. “Attached.” That word hit me harder than I expected.

Her office felt suddenly too small. Too bright. He didn’t leave a voicemail. Didn’t text. He just wanted her to see it. That realization made her throat tighten. He wanted to remind her he could reach her. But chose not to. Power didn’t always look loud. Sometimes it looked like restraint. --- That evening, a package was waiting at her apartment. No sender. Inside was a silk scarf. Dark blue. Soft. Expensive. Her full name printed neatly on the delivery slip. Not Ari.

I said. The word came out strained. because now I had to fight myself. the presence adjusted. sharper. because now it saw the conflict. the instability. the part of me it hadn’t fully aligned. “Attachment introduces deviation,” it said. and deviation will be corrected.” The mark burned. hard. because now it was the anchor. the one thing still resisting. still real. zayden stepped closer. not pulling away. not retreating. holding.

And someone is always there. Two. I had introduced Matias to Korean dramas. Three. I had completely destroyed Teresa's blood pressure. "I still don't understand why they keep staring at each other instead of talking," Matias complained through a mouthful of cheese popcorn. "Because that's the entire point." "It makes no sense." "It makes perfect sense." "They've been staring for five minutes." "Exactly." "They could've solved this in thirty seconds." "They're emotionally constipated." He frowned. "...What's emotionally constipated?"

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He looked up when he heard me approaching, one eyebrow raised in quiet surprise. "I'll do it," I blurted before I could lose my nerve, my voice steadier than I felt. He raised his brow in amusement, letting the last smoke curl into the air. "I'll accept the offer." I cleared my throat. "But I have one rule. No catching feelings. No strings attached." Ace took another slow drag, then flicked the cigarette away. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, dark and knowing. "Crystal clear, sweetheart."

"Then what does that leave us?" Aiden was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice had gone careful in a different way, like he'd been turning the idea over before he trusted himself to say it. "What if we stop trying to name it? No labels. No expectations. We're attracted to each other — obviously — so we let that be what it is, without pretending it has to be something more." "No strings attached," I said slowly, testing the shape of it. "Something like that. Just this. Whenever it happens, it happens. No promises, no complications beyond what's already... complicated." A faint, wry twist pulled at his mouth on the last word.

I say stuttering and he smiles innocently again “But flow.." He gets cut off when one of his men ran into the room “Boss we are being attacked!!"