Novel & Cerita Oh No No Oh No No She's Confident

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the disgraced golden boy and his loyal little lapdog. Come to sign an autograph before the draft stock drops to zero?" What the fuck did she she just say? How normal can this girl be? I'm about to see red. If she doesn't shut the fuck up and tell us what we need to know, I don't think we'll be doing much talking. "Where is Nova?" Noah asks her calmly. She shrugs. "Right, because Nova's spelt largely on my forehead." Noah and I exchange glances. I don't say anything. It's his way to play safe. I'm just here, watching him work his politeness because I know I'm far from being the nice guy.

Her head shook slowly. “No… that’s not funny.” Her expression changed. Confusion turned into something sharper. “Claire?” Her voice rose. Stronger. Harder. “Claire?!”

“We have to work something better out. How do you think you can just die this down with a few words from you,” “Watch me do it!” She said with so much confidence.

She watched her husband, the man who had spent three years making her feel small shrivel under the gaze of the man who now owned them both. Her head swelled with a sudden, wicked confidence. She smoothed her hair, a slow, cat-like smile spreading across her lips. "You aren't doing it properly, George," she said, her voice dripping with icy honey. "I didn't hear a shred of sincerity in that. Try again. Maybe with some eye contact this time?" George’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing with a promise of future retribution, but before he could bark a retort, Killian’s voice sliced through the air.

Noah She blinks at me, almost as if she’s not processing what I’ve said. Her eyes go out of focus and she stares past me into the distance. “Lyric?” I ask. “Are you sure you’re afraid?” She jerks as if someone slapped her, and turns her attention back to me, her eyes laser focused again. “No. I’m… uncertain.” Yeah. I already know. “You… one minute, you treat me like one of your Omega slaves, and the next you’re so kind,” she says and looks down at her hands, stretching her fingers out as if she’s looking for something. “I don’t know what to do with that.”

Another silence followed. But this one felt different. Heavier. More serious. They weren’t doubting her anymore. They were considering her. One of them let out a small breath. “You’re confident,” he said. She held his gaze. “I don’t present what I can’t deliver.” A few seconds passed. Then A chuckle came from one side of the table. “I like that,” someone said. Another nodded slowly. “This… is actually impressive.” She didn’t react. Didn’t smile. But inside

My eyes trailed from her feet, up her long legs, to her waist, and finally to her face, her hair neatly plaited. How amusing. I smirked. Nonso had fumbled such beauty, such perfection. "Fuck!" she gasped, her eyes snapping to mine through the mirror. She spun around, grabbing a piece of fabric to cover herself. "Can’t you knock?" I scoffed, leaning against the frame. "You seemed pretty confident seconds ago. Where’s that confident cat now?" Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she blinked rapidly, clearly caught off guard. "That’s different," she muttered. "I’m not done dressing."

I asked. "Good," she replied. “C!” the two holding me exclaimed, and she laughed. “I’m sorry, you can let him go." “Are you sure?” “He’s not going to do anything to harm us," she replied. “Are you sure about that?” I asked, but she smirked at me. Sh*t! She’s confident and sexy. “Don’t think that I don’t know how you feel. I even know that you already know who I am," she answered confidently.

she says confidently. “I do not want you near that woman,” I say to her. “If you are going to be near her, so am I,” she replies. I look at her admiring how confident she has become. I know she has insecurities, but they are quickly fading, which excites me for her future. “I will consider it,” I say as she stands there looking at me with a smirk. She knows damn well I cannot refuse her.

“You mean… for the shoot?” He nodded, eyes steady on hers. “You’ve seen what happens when you let go a little,” he said quietly. “Imagine what it would feel like to see yourself completely confident. In your body. No fear. No apology. Just you.” Her throat went dry. It wasn’t what he said that scared her, it was how much she wanted to say yes. Noah noticed her silence and softened. “Hey. No pressure. If it’s too much, we stop. Easy.”