Reassuring Cliche Novels & Stories

"That's a very Adrian Voss way of reassuring someone." "I'm not trying to reassure you. Reassurance is usually dishonest." He looked at her steadily. "What I'm trying to tell you is that I am aware of what is at risk here and I am not going to let anything happen to you. That is not reassurance. That is a statement of intent." She looked at him. At the man standing in her doorway at ten o'clock with a glass of water and a statement of intent, which was the closest he came to tenderness and which, she had learned, was more reliable than tenderness from most people.

As a student of the dark arts, I’d have to say it was a stunning example of psychological manipulation — or it would have been except the fucker actually meant it. The fight went out of Claire and she threw her arms around Maurice’s neck and buried her face in his shoulder. She mumbled something. I love you too, You complete me, You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, blah, blah, blah... I don’t know what exactly, I was too busy trying not to throw up. What is it about sincere emotion that makes people suddenly spout cliches? And for everyone else to act like they’re hearing the greatest poetry ever? Flossie looked fit to burst with joy and had Dudley’s hand so tightly gripped in hers he look

Am I required to talk, while still in my most cherished dream, whizzes past my mind, and now turning a bit restless trying to guess what the next question might be! Why the hell are you nervous? Can’t you behave normally? Yells a part of my mind. It wasn’t necessary to mention Assam, India. Doesn’t make much of a difference. This is world-class. “Great. What’s your story then?” I was, kind of, anticipating this one coming through. “Cycle of Clichés,” I respond, my heart beating abnormally fast. Like an embryo’s in its mother’s womb. Perhaps 200 beats per minute!

He assures with upmost certainty. ###################

“I'm sorry. It's just…. You and my brother are weirdly domestic.” “I'm not even going to ask what you mean by that. Did you see the text?” Her smile drops. “Yeah. I'm worried. This rogue is obviously going to cheat.” I rubbed my temple. “Of course he will. Evil doesn't play fair.” “Neither does Cassiel. They're both going to cheat; we can only hope my brother comes out the victor.” I shook my head profusely. I refuse to rely on false things like hope. I need strong reassurance that things won't end badly. Hope can't get me that. Hope is bullshit.

“You may consider me to be Cass 2.0 then I suppose, as I am still Cass but something more” “You see that is what concerns me, what the something more is, I do not like unknown variables you see Cass 2.0 and you should know that very well, if I can not figure out what this more is I will most certainly not be taking part in it as the unknown can be dangerous and even come back to bite me in the ass”

If I so much as roll my eyeballs around way too much that will be the end of it. "Clarissa" threshold calls after me, he grabs me by the arms causing Me to stop to a halt. "Let me go" i tep test, my voice coming out weak and sounding more like a squeak. "It's okay love, you can feel at ease with me I'm not gonna hurt you" he reassures Ms, causing me to recall a memory in which Carlin had said the very same thing to me. "You won't, but eventually you'd like to me as well" I say with a look of distaste on my face.

He flips through the pages with a skeptical eyebrow. “Cliché number one,” he mutters. “Rain-slicked streets. Cliché number two, ‘Her scent reminded me of regret and cigarettes.’” He closes it with a snap. “You can do better.” “And here I thought you were going to defend your people.” “What, FBI agents with tortured souls?” “Exactly.” His mouth curves with half amusement, half something else. He reaches into the stack beside us, pulls out a paperback with a battered spine. “Here. Try this instead. And I quit remember? My soul is smooth as glass.”

I replied. Akhila just had this blank face and I patted her shoulder but she just looked at me with blank face and shook her head. “Not only for the fighters but also for the sports players or athletes like that we all need that adrenaline rush while playing. So those all are just a myth and don’t think about them that much.” Kalyan said. “Good to know then.” Kritika said sighing in relief. “Next!” Priya Di said twirling it which landed on Sanjay and Akhila should question him to which he gulped.

"If the version of me in the dream tells you she is not afraid, that she is certain, that she knows you will succeed. That's the tell." I held that. "You're afraid," I said. "Yes," she said. "Of course I am. You're my granddaughter and the world is large and this thing is very old and what we're doing has never been done before." She looked at the map. "Fear is appropriate. Certainty would be delusional. The version of me it constructs will be certain because certainty is more appealing than fear. That's the offer. Not just warmth and reunion. Reassurance. The feeling that someone who has been doing this for sixty years is telling you it will definitely be fine."