Self Care A Novels & Stories

He said causing Kayla to look back at him, then at the part he was talking about. Oh.. Kayla blushed, a cringing a bit at the things that were written there. Whoever this alpha was, he definitely had a knack for nbeimg detailed. And although it wasn’t so bad…Kayla could help but feel self conscious and cold at tha same time. It was all talks of her self care as a woman, and who he was going to take care of her. She forced herself to breathe and nodded her head. “It’s okay. Uhmm… let move on to the next thing.”

“What you feel, the baby feels.” I sat by the window, watching dust drift through the air. She asked about my sleep. My appetite. My breathing. I admitted the truth in fragments. The constant tension. The weight in my chest. The exhaustion that never left. She listened without interruption. “Limit exposure to media,” she advised. “Eat regularly. Walk when you can. Rest. Surround yourself with calm.” Her tone held no judgment. Only care. “Your body is doing something extraordinary,” she continued softly. “Do not let the world steal that from you.”

Not just a passing glance, but really looked? I swiped my hand across the fogged-up mirror, revealing my face—tired eyes, slightly flushed cheeks from the heat, lips pressed together in thought. My skin felt dry, neglected. I hadn’t bothered with anything other than basic hygiene in days. It had been all about fighting, training, surviving. But now, staring at myself, I decided to do something different. I reached for the moisturizer, smoothing it over my skin, paying attention to the little details I had ignored for so long. It wasn’t much, but it felt like a small act of self-care. A reminder that I was more than just a soldier in an endless battle.

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The reason the system asked me to smash the police car was so that I would have an alibi. Even though it asked me to self-sabotage, it wasn't trying to harm me. Since I had figured that out, I raised my hand and slapped Maxey in the face with all my strength! "You fake scum!" I repeated the line the system told me to say. "Who do you think you are to meddle in other people's family affairs? Why don't you mind your own business and stop staring at someone else’s wife! You know I can’t produce the documents, so you intentionally try to stir crap. I think the one who took the documents must be you!"

POV: Haley By morning I've cleaned the kitchen twice, done two loads of laundry, and reorganized my desk down to the pens. I keep my hands busy so my head doesn't go where it keeps trying to go. It doesn't help. --- By evening I'm standing in front of my mirror in a half-zipped dress, arm twisted behind my back at a wrong angle, and the zipper won't move. I've been standing here five minutes.

I drop a kiss on his shoulder. I slow everything down after that. The room feels warm and heavy, like the air itself needs a moment to breathe. Alex is still shaking a little, not in a bad way, just the leftover echoes of intensity. I pull the blanket over us and guide him gently onto his side, facing me. I keep my movements careful, grounded, unhurried. Aftercare is not about doing more. It is about staying. I grab a towel from the side table and clean my hand, then his, keeping it simple and respectful. No teasing now. No hunger. Just care. He watches me with half-lidded eyes, still floating somewhere between reality and exhaustion.

"We have a fundraiser tomorrow. Wear navy-it brings out your eyes." Surprised, she blinked. "You noticed that?" His voice softened. "I notice more than you think," he admitted. He didn't wait for a reply. The car drove off, leaving her standing there, stunned. That night, Sienna poured herself a glass of wine and collapsed onto her couch. Her phone buzzed. An unknown number appeared on the screen: "Stay away from Damien. You're in over your head." Her breath caught in her throat. She stared at the message.

“But it comes with self-love. I know it’s easier said than done, but a little self-love and self-care can go a long way.” Kayleigh raises a shaky finger to her eye and wipes her tears before they fall. “Yeah,” she rasps. “I kind of do this thing when I’m sad or lonely. I attach myself to the first person who gives me attention. It’s toxic and completely unhealthy, but it’s a way for me to cope.” “Well, you have me now. I’ll come up and visit as much as I can. You can come down and visit us, too.” “Yeah.” She nods with a trembling smile. “I’d like that a lot.”

Exfoliating, plucking, shaving every nook and cranny, and of course, giving myself a mani/pedi is all necessary before I walk out on that auction block. I am on my hands and knees, digging through the totes at the bottom of my closet, trying to find the supplies that I need to pamper myself. I know they are here, but it’s been so long. I don’t think I have used any of it since moving into this apartment. I am just about ready to scream out my frustration when I see a tote labeled ‘Self-Care,’ on the very top shelf of the closet. Relief washes over me and I quickly grab a kitchen chair to use so I can reach the tote.