Self-sabotaging Book Novels & Stories

"When I found out. I was hurt. Angry. I left." "But you came back." "Yes. Because she chose me. Deleted the manuscript. Returned the money. Proved. That I mattered more than profit. More than her career. More than anything." "Dr. Santos, why did you write the book?" Deep breath. "Fear. Self-sabotage. I. I was falling in love. And I didn't know how to. How to handle it. So I. I tried to control it. Contain it. Make it. Professional. Safe. It was a mistake. A terrible mistake. But when confronted. I chose him. Chose us."

It made no sense why he was so defensive and protective when it came to her, and I'm undoubtedly sick of both of them at this point. “You know what, Nick, I sometimes think that you enjoy sabotaging yourself and I can't believe that I'm the fool that's still trying to save you from yourself. I could just let you do your thing and live my life peacefully,” he retorted, earning a confused frown from me.

Everything kept circling back to trust. And how easily it shattered. She entered her apartment and locked the door behind her. Then, she double-locked it. Her sanctuary no longer felt safe. Later that evening, she shut her blinds and curled on the sofa, drowning in a bottle of red wine she hadn't meant to finish. Her phone lay beside her, open to Damien's contact. "You didn't lie... but vou didn't defend me either." She typed it. Deleted it. Typed again. Instead, she sent:

----------------- Content Warnings Graphic Sexual Depictions Intimidation Rape Physical abuse Sexual abuse Harassment Drugs Violence Depression Self-hate Suicidal Thoughts Open-door spice (I'm super detailed lol) Self-sabotaging FMC Note: Once again, thank you for taking a chance on me. This book is a lot slower than my other books, but I promise the MMC is worth the wait. You'll love him. For those who are not new to me, you will love him as much as you love Shane. (My P a t r e o n readers said this! So you better believe it! lol)

“And why did you cheat?” “Because I was scared. Ariana wanted more. Marriage. Kids. Future. And I was terrified I wasn’t enough. That I’d fail. That she’d leave eventually anyway.” His voice drops. “So I sabotaged it. Cheated with Vanessa. Proved I wasn’t enough. Made it a self-fulfilling prophecy.” “That’s good insight. Real insight.” “Doesn’t change what I did. Doesn’t fix the damage.” “No. But it’s a starting point for change. For understanding yourself. For building something better.”

This is an apology note to all of you who had been reading this book. I am sorry for not being able to update chapters frequently and make you all wait for so long. I don't want to provide any excuses because you all have been so kind and supportive, so it makes me feel terrible to not give updates frequently. But I want to be honest with you all and the reality is that I am having extreme mental breakdowns lately that is causing me to self sabotage, leading to constantly question whether I am writing well enough or not. As you can all see, the story is coming to an end and I want the conclusion to be well written and not seem like its rushed.

I smirked and answered, “Of course, I know it. No man is perfect." “When you ran out of the room naked, I followed you. And has it ever occurred to you that I saw Zed entering your room? Your saint husband is a devil, Miss Jakara, don’t you know about that? He’s the one who ruined you and caused you to forget everything, even your name!"

I tried to grab onto the edge of his desk but my hands slipped when more went into me. I gritt my teeth and used all my strength to use the desk to help me stand up. I fell into the desk and used it as a way to hold myself up. The fog that was now out of control was making loud noise. I had to push the book in front of me so I could get it to stop. I quickled tried to skim the page and ignore the pain that was now shooting through my head. Nothing was useful. It just explained that the soul was too powerful to use this book and things would be disastrous. That was obvious by what I was seeing right now. My heart dropped when I skipped to the end so I could find a way to fix this problem.

(Embry's POV) I had done it again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. It's only a mistake if you learn from it, so then what was this, self sabotage, some form of self harm. I was clueless, I was let down. Let down by myself, I shouldn't have expected anything different from Noah and yet I did, but there was only so many times I could avoid the blame. It was as if anytime I looked at him, anytime I really saw him, I wasn't seeing all those messed up things, instead I was seeing all the happy moments we had together. Wistfully thinking it could happen again, but it couldn't.

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold: