Oh No No Oh No No She's Confident Novels & Stories

"Who says I'm not?" I'm a hundred percent sure she's upset, but she's trying to have that 'I'm a bad bitch, nothing can hurt me' look, which I'd say is really working. She's a good actress, I'll give her that. I'm about commenting on that when she taps on my arm repeatedly. "He's here. Two O'clock."

Did you hear, eye? He looked at her in a strange way and said to her calmly: I don't know where you got all this blind confidence you're talking about, but if I were you, you wouldn't be in me talking in that confident way because I don't know in the end who could happen and I am hitting so hard now, do you think that I might I'm thinking if you're my girlfriend or not even if you don't torture and I'm torturing you like this and hitting you even if it was I'm going to take my heart out of the house come out and throw them somewhere far away I will never stop torturing you and take my right from everything I did before So don't talk about confidence too much anymore and since this moment .

I stared at her like she had grown three heads. "What?" I yelled, louder than I intended. My heart was slamming against my ribs, confusion burning through me. She tilted her head. "It’ll make him obsessed. Trust me." I blinked. "Are you insane?!" But her expression didn’t change. Calm. Confident. Convinced. She stepped closer again, lowering her voice. "You want Noah to want you. I know how he thinks. I know what he likes. And I know exactly how to make him choose you."

I reach out, trying to stop her, but she pulls away. She pauses, looking back at me over her shoulder with an unreadable expression. “You’re sure?” “Yeah,” I nod. “I’m sure.” I am. I wasn't 'with' her. Not the way she means. She exhales through her nose, crossing her arms. “I know I sound insecure. I get that. But she’s a pretty woman, Noah. You’re not blind. And I know that.” I stay quiet. Probably the wrong move. My brain is still stuck on 'Isabella is a pretty woman'. She takes that silence and runs with it.

Once all the words finally ran dry she jumped up dramatically hands planted on her hips her voice brimming with pure unshakable confidence. "Listen to me carefully now because nothing and I mean absolutely nothing lasts forever not that snake Victoria's venom not Alex with his sad desperate puppy eyes not even all this heavy chaos you're carrying around with you constantly girl you are honestly so much tougher than every single one of them combined everything always works out in the end just like it always does so you just wait and see."

“Since when did you start shrinking because of people’s opinions?” “You are not losing yourself over this,” she continues. “Not today. Not ever.” I open my mouth, but she doesn’t let me speak. “No,” she says, shaking her head. “Because I can already see where this is going and I don’t like it.” Her voice sharpens. “You’re starting to doubt yourself. You’re starting to feel small. And that is not you.” Something in my chest stirs. “You’re Marcella Nico,” she says, her tone rising with intensity and energy. “Bold. Daring. Confident. Beautiful. Untouchable.”

She was frozen in place by intimate sounds. With her heart racing in her chest, her hand lingered in midair. Do I hear things? At last, she applied the key card to the lock. The quiet was broken by a mechanical beep. She was the first to hear the sounds as the door hissed open. "Mmm... Drew, you're so good. Yes fuck!"

Back then, I was always the one taking care of her. Thea picked up a piece of lobster from the platter, smiled, and held it out. I was about to take a bite when Rachel's voice cut in. I looked up. Rachel stood a few feet away, furious. She stormed over and slapped the lobster out of Thea's hand. "So this is the kind of girl you're ignoring me for?" I stared at Rachel, confused. Then I remembered. I'd blocked her number a long time ago.

She said with confidence. “But isn’t it, to hit the nail on the head?” Noah tried to correct her but unknowingly angered her. “Shut up! I know what I’m talking about. All you need to do now is focus on the plan and nothing else, you got it?” She yelled at him, as she realized what she had said. She had to salvage her title of being a genius. Upon hearing her words, Noah rose from his chair and grabbed his sunglasses that was hanging from his pocket.

She's probably doing fumbling this much because she's nervous and that nervousness is giving birth to anxiety. Noah finally takes control, she has been wondering how long the damn alpha to figure out she has no idea what she has to do. "You did great." Yes! Those simple words of affirmation made her more confident, she got ontop of him making sure to balance on her knees. Noah scoots back so that her vagina that leaks with her arousal can meet his hardend manhood. She kissed him and left the rest to her lust and their hungry bodies. . . . NOAH'S P. O. V