Not So Easy Novels & Stories

"Sophie, bad news! The company is in trouble!" Sophie's expression tensed, and she immediately threw off the covers, ready to get out of bed. However, as soon as she stood up, she felt her legs go weak, and she almost collapsed to her knees. She couldn't hold back a stifled groan. "Sophie, what's wrong? Are you okay?" "I'm fine. I just accidentally bumped my knee. Tell me what happened at the company." Sophie quickly suppressed her discomfort and swiftly tidied herself up while speaking.

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It was a blurry night as the heat was unbearable for Alice, not that the room is hot but she was feeling hot. The conversation she had earlier with her grandmother had taken her off the edge. One thing Alice know off and she is sure of is that she has no interest in marrying any of the princes.

I sobbed. "I got pregnant with you at 19 too. I can't say you were irresponsible, or why you got in the heat of the moment. What I can say and you won't like it, is, a baby while still in college is hard, exhausting. And please do not think about going the easy way." "I would never." I wiped my tears. "And we did used protection, but it broke.” "So what's his name, does he go to your college?" I looked up to see dad, he was beyond angry.

I rinsed the plates on autopilot, trying to focus on the simple motions: wash, rinse, dry, and stack. But my mind kept flashing back to those touches. To Adam’s eyes, and to Mr. Grey’s voice. I still wondered why Adam acted somehow cold and still touched me under the table. Was this some kind of twisted test? Or were they both just... predators? I didn’t know, I couldn’t tell anymore. The lines were blurring and confusing I stared at the soap bubbles swirling in the sink. My hands were shaking slightly, but I forced myself to stay steady. "Just breathe, Amara. You’re okay. You’re still standing." I said to myself.

Inhaling a deep breath, Melissa made her way through the throng of people, she had just about made it to the bar when Mr and Mrs Robins and their daughter Anita stopped her. Mr and Mrs Robins owned a hardware business, they probably made enough each year that they were comfortable, Melissa hated and their horse faced daughter, she wasn’t really horse faced Melissa called her that because of her braying laugh and her ability to make people feel uncomfortable. They also behaved like they had money to burn, and that Anita was a debutante.

It wasn't like me to lose track of a conversation. "The elephant in the middle of the SUV," Jeanie replied with an exasperated sigh, oblivious to my inner turmoil. She'd insisted we drive her vehicle, a late model SUV no more than a year old. Since her bags were already stowed, I hadn't put up too much of a fight. "What happened between you and Amber? I mean, no offense boss, but one day you two were the picture of a perfect family and the next..."

Her actions had put her in this situation, and she was afraid that she might unintentionally harm me if she continued to do things her way. "You seem really down today, huh?" I said, giving her cheeks a playful pinch to try to cheer her up. "Let me tell you something." As she looked at me expectantly, I continued, "Imagine you have a pair of well-branded sneakers that you've worn for a long time. It seems that the left pair starts to show more wear and tear than the right. It's always tripping you up and getting dirtier faster. Meanwhile, the right pair remains in good condition. One day, while walking down the street, you notice that the left shoe is critically damaged. It's still holding t

“This isn’t a border dispute.” “No,” I agreed. “It’s more dangerous.” She laughed softly and returned to the fabric. “I want it simple. No heavy layers. No symbols I have to explain.” “You won’t have to explain anything,” I said. “They already understand.” She paused then, fingers stilling. “That’s what scares me.” “Why.” “Because understanding means expectation.” I stepped closer, resting my hand on the table near hers. “You already meet those expectations. You just don’t perform them.”

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