Sans Quotes Novels & Stories

Please. Please let the path be clear.

Not with words. But with proof.

"Beta Chris, you should take her home before her wound gets infected." Chris' expression darkened. He seemed confused by my indifference—and displeased by my choice of words. I never called him "Beta Chris" before. His brows furrowed, and he instinctively tightened his arms around Kaia. Just before leaving, he turned back and said, "You've had a long day too. Get some rest."

His eyes opened wide. “There is an inscription.” I nodded, suddenly remembering. Yes. There was an inscription. What? “Something in Greek, I think,” I said. “Latin,” he corrected. “Spina rosam et congregari Salem,” he said, and then looked at me, as if expecting me to understand. I had no idea. I never had. “It says: The rose and the thorn meet in Salem.” He stared at me, and I stared back. My mind raced, wondering what that could mean. His eyes had shone with a newfound purpose.

It was designed specifically to manipulate people like me who had just returned to wealthy families and were emotionally vulnerable. "You thought it was fate? It was technology!" Sienna waved the remote control. "Now, get on your knees! Sign the transfer documents! Otherwise, I'll press this button and turn him into pulp!" Drake's mouth was gagged. He could only make muffled sounds, but his eyes remained resolute as he shook his head violently, signaling me not to worry about him. I looked at Sienna and calmly removed the wire-rimmed glasses from my nose. I had recently gotten them specially made with an anti-interference program embedded inside. They also served as my communication device w

Zack laughed wildly at me. "Hahaha! Have you lost your mind?! You're spouting nonsense now!" Zack pointed at me, laughing so hard he almost doubled over, tears nearly spilling out. "Who do you think you are? Richard's company is not some charity. You think they would want you? Someone we rated as incapable?! What kind of daydream is this?"

I shook my head and drew a small breath, “No… I had fun. Thanks for inviting me and letting me come along. You were right about them but they are very welcoming and obviously, I haven’t made a lot of friends on campus.” Lucas ran his fingers over his hair and I forget that he has tattoos as it shows on the sleeve of his jacket. “It’s good you enjoy it. I think some of them enjoyed entertaining you and they must have had fun.” I opened my door and stepped out. “It shows. Then I’ll see you later.” “Alright,” He said, giving me a small wave. “See you around.”

Smile. Walk. Don't move your hands. Take small steps. Don't run. Just walk. Breathe. Don't let them see you can't. Don't make a sound. Just breathe. Smile. Don't raise your voice. Nod your head. Don't talk back. Don't scream. Smile— "Luna? Luna?" Someone shook my shoulders. I turned, too fast, too sharp and found Remi's concerned gaze. His eyes zeroed in on my turtleneck.

Why the fuck is my sister stuttering at the sight of Chase? " Oh. I haven't really seen you around." " Yeah, you don't really look around, so." She chuckles nervously and shrugs. " Yeah, you're right. Nice to meet you again. Tina, right?" Chase asks. Can he just get going before anyone sees him? " Yeah. Tina." Chase nods as he steps out of my office. He turns down the hall and stops to look at me. He smirks and continues walking. Oh God, I hope Tina didn't see him smirk at me.

"I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll be there in thirty minutes." He arrived looking carefully neutral. We didn't hug or touch or do any of the intimate things we'd been doing before Wednesday's disaster. We just... existed in the same space professionally. The color corrections were the final piece of the campaign before full launch. Shadows and tones and emotional resonance translated through visual medium. Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications.