Novel & Cerita Oh No No She's Confident

“You’re not scared of anything, are you?” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I don’t need to be. Fear is for people who lose.” Chloe clinked her glass against hers, though her smile was tight. “Just be careful. You’re not the only one watching him. And you’re definitely not the only one he’s said ‘no’ to.” "I don't care, he's definitely going to say yes to me. I will make it happen. " She said firmly, a stubborn glint in her eyes.

Then she took a deep breath, “You’re right. I can do this. We should do whatever it takes to get you out of here.” The flash of worry wasn’t gone from her eyes, and that unnerved me. What if she ruined it for me? What if she slipped and let my plans spill? I bit my lips, making her look into my eyes. “Hey, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you don’t feel confident—“ She lifted her jaw, a confident look overtaking the worry in her eyes, “I can do it. You can trust me.” The uneasiness was still not gone from my chest.

“She’s shifting…!” “No…stop her!”

I laugh at the end and it comes out sad and evasive, it dries out pretty quickly, turning into a sniff at the tail end. She steps into my personal space, making me take a step back. She has a confident smile on her face, her eyes shiny, my reflection in them look like a deer caught in headlights. “Are you sure you don’t remember?” My reflection is nodding, but my expression is saying a different thing, my body is loving our proximity. “Certain.” “You know what they say.. a strong denial is really just affirmation.” she even shrugs. I take a full step backwards, finally able to breathe, and see a little clearer than I was seeing surrounded by her.

Variables to improve. Machines to calibrate. “And you want me to become one of them.” “Yes.” Again— No hesitation. No manipulation hidden beneath false comfort. Just certainty. “And if I say no?” The woman studied her for a long moment. “You won’t.” Ophelia’s jaw tightened instantly. “That’s not an answer.” “It’s a prediction.” Silence stretched between them. The confidence in the woman’s voice unsettled her more than any threat could have. Because it didn’t sound arrogant.

“She warned me.” “About what?” “She didn’t say.” I picked up a face wipe and dragged it slowly across my cheek. “She just sounded… confident.” Cassian exhaled slowly.” She's always confident in almost every situation. It never means she has leverage.” “Or it means she does,” I replied. He straightened. “You’re letting her get into your head.” “Am I?” I turned fully to face him. “Because it sounded like she already knew something I didn’t.”

The helpers greeted her in unison. "Please call me Arya and thank you." she replied with a tired smile. The helpers were a bit surprised to see her changed aura. Fivr years ago, Mrs. Brail is a weak and poeerless woman. But the woman now is very different. "Madam, would you like us to serve your food right away?" "No, I'm okay. I just want to rest for now. I'll eat tomorrow." "But Madam-" "Let her be! She can starve herself!" Eon shouted, he was not pleased since they went down the plane. She's didn't show any signs of jealous after what he and Vanessa had displayed.

“There are no rooms for mistakes.” “I make no mistakes.” She said confidently, eyes briefly raking down my body. “I’ve worked here for a reasonable period of time, and there has been no complaints.” She moved in a way that drew my eyes to the neckline of her shirt, which emphasized the outline of her unseen cleavage, waiting right under the fabric.

She actually got excited by that and I didn’t know what to think. She simply said, “whatever might be out there has nothing on me.” Her confidence, fuck it’s sexy. So damn hot. I’ve been accused at times of being extremely arrogant, cocky. I always insist I’m confident and they aren’t the same thing but some people can’t tell the difference.

She stuttered. [ Who are you?] [ She's the one!] Words started replaying in her head and the next minute, " Nooooooooo!" She screamed loudly, holding her head like an insane person.