Not Yours To Give Novels & Stories

“Spend at your own end, and I will give you back.” “I'm coming to your house after shopping.” “Do not!” I yelled.

If he is asking if I am one with that look of concern on his face, then he clearly isn’t one. “And?” I scoff, taking the soda and placing it to my side. “Well…that’s a lot to give someone…is all.” I narrow my eyes. “So you can give it away to whoever you want, but I can’t?” He scowls at me. He shoves the plate of food into my hand. “Yes, Tilly, that’s exactly what I am saying.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had any control over what or who I do.” I scoff.

"It was never supposed to be yours; you don’t deserve it." My eyes don’t waver as I stare her down. I don’t lose focus, keeping my eyes on my target. "I think the universe and the moon goddess seemed to be against you, for I was given this and not you. WHAT IS NOT RIGHTFULLY YOURS CAN'T BE YOURS." Her steps falter at my words, her eye twitching. "You are nothing and will always be nothing but bloody filth." She yells, anger and hatred dripping from each word.

"It's no use, he's not doing anything to stop the transfer, he doesn't have the power, because he already gave it to someone else." I pause. He already gave it to someone else? Who cold it have bee- "Haven." I say.

We weren’t supposed to be married? Vincent stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “It matters to me.” My breath hitched. He wasn’t teasing, wasn’t smirking. He meant it. “Why?” I whispered before I could stop myself. His gaze softened, just slightly. “Because I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” The words stole the strength from my legs. I stumbled back until my shoulders brushed against a canvas. He stopped a mere inch away, towering over me. “Vincent—”

But now? She was simply gone. Living her own life. He clenched his jaw and looked up at his grandfather. "Why are you showing me this now?" he demanded. The old man steepled his fingers and smirked. "So you finally understand," he said. "Women from low backgrounds have nothing to offer you. They are parasites, leeches. They cling to you when you have power and wealth, but the moment that power is gone, so are they." Raymond’s jaw ticked.

Adam asked. “No.” Ryan was very still. “It’s one of the hardest things in the world to do. It can’t happen just because someone else wants it from us or for us… it’s a gift, you know. It’s a gift we give ourselves, in the end, because we can’t go on feeling the way that we do anymore. It has nothing at all to do with the other person needing it or wanting it from us.” He smiled. “Mom never understood that, but Katie does.”

“I’m going to try without it.” “All right.” “I took seven years of your life.” I didn’t look away. “I cannot give them back. I’ve thought about what I could offer you. There is nothing. I’m not here to negotiate. I’m here to say it out loud to your face, because I’ve said it to a therapist and to my mother’s back and to Harrison, and I have not said it to you, and you’re the only person I owe it to.” I picked up my tea. I set it down without drinking. A teaspoon rested in the saucer at a slight angle. I moved it straight.

Damon said “Nope, not interested” “You can't refuse a gift” Ben said “Relax dude, it's your day today, just have fun, fuck up today then tomorrow you can resume being the icy CEO” I shook my head lifting the glass to my lips” “Fine” “Good then, the chick should be waiting up for you by now, happy birthday” “Fuckers” Damon laughed “ the best you've ever known

Layla almost talked herself out of going. She wasn’t in the mood for a party, not really. Not after last night, not after tossing and turning until dawn with thoughts of Ethan and that gym story. But her best friend Nora had texted her three times, insisting she show up to the party. Ethan had called too, saying he’d swing by her place so they could go together. And still, Layla sat at the edge of her bed, staring at the shoes in her hand, wondering if it was worth it.