Self-sabotaging Book Novels & Stories

Cody froze at my ultimatum. Then, it was like someone had flipped a switch. He burst into loud, earth-shaking sobs. He cried, "Vi, so what you two have is real! I'm the extra one here!" In that moment, half of my blazing rage was doused by his bizarre train of thought. The other half morphed into sheer absurdity. I actually felt like giving him a round of applause for his god-tier ability to self-sabotage.

’ She snarled back, “Wolves are not stupid creatures.’ ‘Nor are you humble.’ I grunted, flipping to the second page of my book. I stared down at the page and waited—waited for it to show me my life like it had shown me Sasha’s. There was no magic twisting my vision, but there was a sickening feeling in my stomach. The feeling made me want to chuck this book as far as I could and run—run in the other direction. ‘I won’t go too far.’ I reminded myself, using those words to soothe me. ‘I won’t go any further than the present.’ ‘And you certainly won’t skip to the end.’ My wolf added before shutting her trap. I had skipped to the ending of quite a few books in my lifetime, and she hated the habi

I think it's time you started to hear what goes where it says and I go well, "I'm comfortable in what I wear." I say to him and he nods his head slowly. "Okay, then let's get you more short, it looks as if you're running out of some." He says and that is the end of my embarrassment because when he says this hear me. There is embarrassment, literally pouring out of my face because I cannot believe that he would catch me in this particular area. I just nod my head because there's basically nothing else to say anymore. I am the one who has sabotaged myself honestly Yes, surely I would like to get some outfits. I see looking for every reason to not sound diabolical or embarassed even when I sho

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to

I drop my bag and start unpacking while Jane flops onto the mattress, kicking off her nice flip flops. "So, what's new with you? Still buried in psych books?" she asks. "Yeah, endless papers on motivation and behavior." I fold a shirt, avoiding her eyes. "It's fascinating, though. Figuring out why people do what they do." Jane grins when I look at her. "Analyze me, then. Why do I keep dating losers?" She groans. "Self-sabotage? Or bad luck," I say, winking at her. We both laugh. Jane is the bold one, always dragging me to parties or setting me up. Me? I prefer observing from the sidelines, perfect for a psych major.

It can’t make sense. I take a deep breath, pushing back the rising anger coming at my chest. I’m not sure if it’s the way they keep twisting the knife, or if it’s the fact that they think they can tell me what’s best for my pack ,my mate. But I won’t let them see the cracks forming beneath my skin. Not now. Not like this. The words keep spinning in my head. Self-sabotage. They’ve been ringing in my ears since the moment they first spit them out, since they tried to rip apart something that means more to me than anything else in this world.

Damon's POV I was staring at the book lying on the floor, its leather cover was already cracking from the spine given how often I’d gripped it. It looked so harmless sitting there, but every page seemed like a wound. Every line was my darkness. I had written it in the quiet hours when sleep refused to come, when my thoughts were louder than my heartbeat, when I wished for the kind of silence that only death could give. All of it, my despair, my loneliness, my longing to disappear, was right there, in black ink. And now Sabrina had seen it.

The system's last words struck me like a thunderbolt. So that's how it was. It made me slap Clara, smash the police car, slap Maxey, and even post organ transactions online... Every time I tried to sabotage myself, it was pulling me out of my predetermined tragic fate. And this time, it made me lock the door and take Clara's phone, not to hurt me, but to let Clara and Maxey reap what they sowed. After the sound of the ambulance siren completely faded away, I drove away from the mansion.

Catherine praises my professionalism, tells me there will be other opportunities, other projects that will showcase my leadership. It all sounds hollow. I go through the motions. Meetings. Presentations. Performance reviews where everyone tells me how valued I am, how bright my future looks. And I smile and nod and feel absolutely nothing. At night, I don't sleep. I lie in bed and replay every conversation with Damien, looking for the moment where it could have gone differently. Where I could have been brave enough to fight for us instead of running back to the safety of my carefully constructed life. Dr. Chen calls it self-protection. Clara calls it self-sabotage. Rachel has stopped calling

My cock is already a hard rock and I can only pray that I don't come too quickly. I suck in breath as she starts twisting her hand and going faster. “Oh god…” I moan “So we die in the Vow. Isn't that sad?” “Not if we have each other. “ (Hi everyone, it's the author here. As much as I love this book, self sabotage is a real thing and there's a voice at the back of my head that keeps telling me to revise and edit countless times because some lines don't feel good enough. It keeps telling me that the side characters might not be relatable. It's very tough. Please, If you're reading this, I need your help. Drop a review and it might brighten my day. Tell me what you think, tell me what you're ex