Reflex Novels & Stories

Not the deliberate gestures, not the chosen ones, not the moments when he had decided to reach for something. The automatic hand, the one that moved before he consulted himself, the one that had apparently decided where its natural resting place was without asking permission. I had been paying such close attention to the decisions he made about me that I had nearly missed the moment when I stopped being a decision and became a reflex. That was a different category entirely. That was something you couldn't manufacture, something that only happened when you had stopped thinking about it because thinking about it was no longer necessary.

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

So the young nice waitress tried to escape Hana’s hug. On the street, Sugai aggressively kicked his leg against the tree and then immediately jumped up and down, hugging his leg, his mouth constantly rubbing "It hurts", physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He wished he had super powers, released all his ranger stored in his body. There was a lot of work that he had to finish but those two people were constantly causing trouble.

I truly believed that it would go away completely once he did. {It won't ever go away completely. I'm sorry. I didn't want to tell you} Nox spoke through our link. "Do you think that Lee has the same pain and sadness?" I asked her. {Maybe. It might be less since he accepted the rejection or it might be worse since we are a multicolored wolf and the pain doesn't affect us as much.} Nox replied slowly. I sighed.

About the video in the record and Nadia in the secondary safe house and Rodriguez tracking the hire entity network. I was not thinking about any of those things. I was thinking about the moment of impact. The sound of it. Loud and close and instant. And before I had understood what the sound was, before my brain had fully processed impact, his arm had come across my chest. The movement had been immediate. Not a decision. A reflex. The reflex of a person whose body had already determined, without consulting the conscious mind, that the thing it needed to do was put itself between me and whatever was coming.

Durance spoke, "Well, let's see here. The brainstem reflexes weren't depressed. A comatose patient's brainstem will be depressed, and limbs will also be under that umbrella." "Let me show you another type of movement," and Dr. Durance proceeded to show him the next function that was not depressed. "Now, this would be painful stimuli to get a response," Dr. Durance had said as Zayne watched intently. Dr. Durance pinched her thigh, and he got zapped, and a slight soft groan left Jane's suddenly slightly parted lips that slowly closed. The magic was weak, but it was there, still weakly defending its host.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

“Right.” "Well, imagine pulling a rope, okay? And from so much tightening and tightening it, there is a moment when the rope gives away and breaks. Something like this happens to our bodies when they get so much pleasure, Abbie. The pleasure accumulates in certain parts of the body until it receives enough and breaks into a powerful climax or orgasm, as you prefer to call it.” “But doesn't stress make you tense too?” She frowned in confusion. "I heard Dad saying that he was under a lot of stress lately and that he had several tight muscles...”