Reluctant Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Dear readers, updates may be delayed for a little while due to personal reasons. I would be going on a short hiatus. My other novel, The Billonaire's Unwilling Bride, would continue with a steady update, but this would be on hold for the main time. Thank you so much for your patience and support. — Jade RuNyx

No return address. Just her name. Inside was a printed program from the gala—last night’s event. Folded neatly. Annotated. Circles around names. Arrows connecting faces. And in the margin, written in precise handwriting: Visibility has a cost. Clara stared at it for a long moment, then folded it carefully and slid it into her bag. She didn’t show Adrian. Not yet. ⸻ By midday, the rumors had sharpened. A delayed deal. A paused audit.

The way to the bedroom has elegant cherry black silk curtains and they are moving. Jonathan gasped at the sight. It is the only sound he made after a lot of silence. They moved again like someone ruffled them. There came the two pairs of shoes when the curtain raised a bit. Jonathan fall back on to his couch. There are constant whispers like whoever they are, they are trying to muffle the sound they were making. I moved closed to them and catch the smooth curtain with my hands. My nose immediately smell the musculine scent. I lift the curtain to look at the shoes again. Fuck! What the hell are they doing here?

Wyatt liked that idea very much too. I pull up in her driveway at a screeching stop. I jump out the truck and walk fast to her door . I started to bang on the door " KATRINA !!" I yelled Surely that would wake her , that would wake everyone up in the pack house. After a second I still didn't hear anything from inside . So I walked around the house to the back door . I turned the knob and it opened but I couldn't go inside because of the damn force field that covers the house, she told me .

“I’m sorry, sir, but I’ve been instructed not to relay any messages. Mrs. Blackwood was very clear about that.” “Please, you have to at least try,” Jackson pleaded. “I’m worried something terrible has happened to him.” The doorman’s expression softened slightly. “I understand you’re concerned, but my hands are tied. I can’t go against Mrs. Blackwood’s orders.” Jackson ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Okay, then can you at least tell me what’s going on? Why doesn’t Damian want to see me?” “I’m afraid I don’t have any information on that, sir,” the doorman said apologetically. “Mrs. Blackwood didn’t provide any details, just the instructions not to allow you in.”

© 2026 Aridah. All rights reserved. This work is protected by copyright. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without permission from the author. Author’s Note ✨ Welcome to The Reluctant Daddy CEO. This is a slow-burn romance built on tension, vulnerability, and growth. It’s not just about love. It's about healing, responsibility, and the choices we make when life doesn’t go as planned. Thank you for giving this story a chance. I hope you enjoy the journey as much as I enjoyed writing it.

However, it was still important to calm his anger first. Daisy repeatedly contacts New Generation, urgently asks to meet to talk about the plan once, and finally, they reluctantly arrange a meeting for tomorrow afternoon. Daisy relaxes on the bed, wears a mask and listens to her favorite music. New Generation is located as far away as city B, tomorrow she has to take a long trip to meet them. Although she has worked with many difficult clients, for some reason, this time Daisy especially feels unconfident. Perhaps the reason is that she is wrong in the first step, even though the root of the problem is that she is trapped by Rita.

It was the mischievous glint in his eyes. He sat down across from me, offering a charming, lopsided grin. “Elena Parker, right? I hear you’re the best consultant in the city.” I arched a brow. “You heard wrong. There are plenty of consultants better than me.” He let out a low chuckle. “I doubt that.” I studied him for a moment. “And you are?” He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. “Let’s keep that a mystery for now.”

I walked back toward my study. Zane had five units on the northern corridor and was preparing a formal request, and I knew exactly what he was going to ask for. It was not territory. It was not trade. And for the first time in my adult life, I was going to refuse a major diplomatic request, not because it was strategically inadvisable, but because the answer was simply not mine to give. Because something in the empty space where her thoughts should have been had been doing something to my chest for six days. Something I had not yet found a satisfactory explanation for.

Callie finished off the other three customers before it was Tristan’s turn. “Can I help you?” She asked feeling completely unprepared for this encounter. “You look cute…” He was looking at her pink apron. Great… “Did you want something?” Tristan smiled and nodded his head. He looked around as though taking it all in. “Tristan I’m busy… If you are not going to buy anything you need to leave.” “Okay… I’ll buy everything you have.” What the hell? She frowned not getting his game. “Give it all to me. Even what you have at the back.”