Reluctant Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

"I don't want a sip." A strange feeling claws its way to my chest, I scoff again and shake my head. All of these to get away from taking a sip after I already went ahead with the plan. "Quitter." "Quitter? A quitter is one who starts but never goes through with it, I never even agreed to it to begin with," he defends. I offer him a tight-lipped smile and nod; it will be stupid of me to get into an argument with him over coffee. What he needs is a sound knock.

“We can reschedule, Bri. Just say the word.” The seconds seem longer than they are as Brianna contemplates her reply. Moments later, she shakes her head. “No.” Her words are still slurred like she’s learning how to pronounce them but we are used to it. Brianna twirls a strand of hair around her index finger and releases a heavy sigh. “I think I’m ready.” I think she’s lying. “Okay.”

The woman shook her head at the man who shrugged and then gave her a strange warning look that made Melody wary, ‘I’m sorry, I’ve no idea what you are talking about and I’m very tired. Please just explain to me in simple English so i can understand and got to bed.’

Walking slowly at first to make her stiff muscles relax after hours of sitting in a single position. He wasn't relieved one bit for a week. The situations were getting worst. Convincing Auclairs were harder especially when the fucking snitch wouldn't leave a clue of his existence. He struggled to keep track of all of his businesses at once and take care of Auclairs like childish toddlers. His frustration was testing his patience. As much as tense he would work throughout the day, the relaxed he would become at night.

I studied his face, looking for clues about his reluctance. He made some vague excuse about being tired and wanting a short nap to recover from the day's excitement. I didn't push. He'd been through enough already, and I didn't want to add to his stress by being demanding. I left him to rest, though part of me suspected there was more to his reluctance than simple fatigue. My steps led me back toward the lake, following the familiar path through the gardens, but I was stopped dead by a sight that made my pulse quicken with savage satisfaction.

ALICE RILEY Later that evening, as I sat cross-legged on my bed, my laptop open and untouched in front of me, Vivian’s words replayed in my mind on an endless loop. “I’m waiting to take you to a resort this weekend. Say yes, Alice.” His voice, deep and deliberate, had carried a quiet intensity that was hard to ignore. The way he looked at me, as though he could see past every defense I had so carefully built, unnerved me. I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. “It’s just a weekend,” I mumbled aloud, trying to drown out the persistent swirl of doubt in my head.

NATHAN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT The room is dimly lit. The TV across the room flickers on mute, casting bluish shadows against the wall. The channel is stuck on a celebrity gossip segment—silent captions roll beneath the screen: “ZARA KAREEM AND IMANI SILVER IN STUNNING NEW FAMILY PORTRAITS – REGAN’S TWO QUEENS?” A bottle of aged scotch sits on the coffee table, its neck slick with condensation. The cap is off, tossed somewhere across the couch. A glass sits beside it, barely touched. A plate of untouched rice and grilled chicken has gone cold hours ago.

What are we going to do then? The occupants of the room all looked at one another, Mrs Sanders laughed out first the other’s followed suit, suddenly feeling refreshed, she tilted her head, and smiled genuinely at Polly for the very first time in her life “ I have always given my daughter whatever she desired in life. And she doesn’t take no for an answer, No matter how reluctant he is, no matter how much he likes the title of being the Reluctant Groom he can’t be reluctant forever.” She said with a beam on her face

“I’m sorry, but I can’t accept your offer. As you know, I just got out of a failed engagement and it’s a bit too early for me to think about marriage.” “I wouldn't call it failed..." He said pensively then smirked darkly, "I wouldn't even call it an engagement, myself." His smile widened. That bastard! He was provoking her! He was practically saying "God, what were you thinking, agreeing to be with someone like that?" Well... He was right... "But nonetheless, Are you sure you want to be so reserved about this?” He asked his sharp green gaze zeroing on her. “What do you mean?” Aira asked

“Hmm, I think it was by something Sharpsbury.” “Oh Adriata Sharpsbury. She’s wonderful. Very prolific. We only carry her “Frostgarden” collection but I have a pretty good relationship with her publisher, if you’re interested in her other works.” “Don’t you also carry that new book? That purist one?” Eclipse’s mate interrupted. “What’s the author’s name? Crayton, Crishton-” “Crichton,” Janessa supplied. “Crichton, that’s it. I’m surprised that you would carry such drivel,” he said snidely. Eclipse’s eyes darted to Trick, knowing her mate was stepping on to thin ice.