Reluctantly Yours Novels & Stories

The elders wouldn't approve of it. "You owe your pack? Or the elders." Mark scoffed as he looked down at my tightly clenched fist. "You're trying so hard not to hit me. You don't want to fight me. Because the damn elders won't be happy about it." He chuckled softly. "Sucks to be you, Alpha." He scoffed, turning around and walking out on me.

Daisy’s foreign friends and colleagues wrote in the comment “Don’t want to go to work, want to take a rest and enjoy the delicious food…forget everything bad in the world.” Daisy sat in the chair to rest but her younger sister - Plum gave her a ladle and said “Help me.” Plum stood up to shift her body a little around the circle. A woman customer finished her meal, said to Daisy “Do you need my help? I can.” Daisy said “Thanks” and refused. Although she was a little hungry, she didn’t like to eat in a hurry. She likes to eat slowly, gently, and leisurely. Even if she was alone.

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My heart and mind were conflicting, and I started to feel a pang in my heart, especially when I read Josh's reply. Josh Rain: Alright. I won't force you if you don't want to (smiley emoji), and I think it is much better if we don't waste each other's time anymore. You're so foolish, Yannie.

Raymond ordered, his voice cold and unwavering. There was a long pause on the other end. Raymond could almost hear Daniel hesitating, unsure of how to respond. He clenched his jaw, frustration rising in his chest. "Do as I say. No excuses," Raymond snapped. "Okay, sir," Daniel replied, his voice soft but steady.

tomorrow. If you’re even one minute late, the offer is withdrawn. No signature. No softness. Rhea stares at the screen. Fragile. The word sits wrong. Too intimate. Too knowing. She locks the phone and lets it fall to the bed beside her. One night to decide. And the unsettling truth settles in her chest: heavy, undeniable. He doesn’t sound like a man she’ll be able to disobey. Not if she says yes to this. But then she tends to obey and resign when she has enough savings.

The Waltons were trying to fawn and please Kayson. Kayson frowned. This amount was just too much! He did not really need the money. But Bradley would not give him a chance to reject the offer. “Dr. Yarde, we will have to insist you accept our gratitude. I know that we previously made a big mistake, and I feel guilt-tripped by it. If you reject our offer, it will only cause us unease. So, please accept our offer of gratitude.” “Okay then.” Kayson accepted the offer.

Classic. I shot him a look, a cold smile on my lips. “A misunderstanding? Marcus, I think it’s time everyone saw the real value of ‘tradition’ in the business world.” I glanced at the email's signature. Robert Blackstone. A shark who wouldn’t let a thirty-two-million-dollar meal swim away over a bit of online drama. This felt performative. It felt like a message. I stabbed a finger at the screen. The entire message flooded the giant screen, every word sharp and clear:

“That’s it?” Reid shook his head. “No. That’s the beginning.” He straightened, adjusting his watch like he was bracing himself for impact. “Refusal doesn’t mean stop. It means slow down. It means I don’t get to demand forgiveness on my timeline.” James let out a low whistle. “Wow. You’re really doing this the hard way.” “The only way that counts,” Reid replied. James shifted the flowers in his arms. “And if she throws these at me?”

“I’m done reacting.” The message came the next morning. No theatrics. No riddles. Just a time and a place. And one sentence: You can end this today. I stared at the screen, my pulse steady. Elliot read it over my shoulder. “This is coercion.” “Yes,” I said. “And desperation.” Liam crossed his arms. “Or confidence.” Marcus shook his head slightly. “No. This is impatience.” I typed my response carefully. You don’t get to decide when this ends.