Semua Yang Kulakukan Untuk Dirimu Novels & Stories

"I am trying to make it right. I am trying to step fully into being the man you deserved back then." "You’re trying to buy your way out of a guilty conscience," I snapped, standing up so fast my chair hit the wall with a dull thud. The "unshakable poise" I had spent five years building was vibrating with a sudden, hot rage. I walked around the desk, the rhythmic click of my heels on the linoleum sounding like a countdown. I picked up the check and held it between two fingers, waving it like a white flag of surrender he expected me to fly.

"What?" "I bought a leather jacket I absolutely didn't need and went to a fancy dinner alone. Celebrated myself. Because I earned it and I didn't have to share it with people who'd just take it." She grins. "You should do something for you. Something frivolous. Something that's just because you can." "That seems irresponsible." "That's the point. You've been responsible your whole life. You've given everything to everyone. Give something to yourself for once." I think about this. About doing something just for me. Not practical. Not necessary. Just wanted.

“This is about you, not anyone else. Do what you will for yourself, not for anyone else.“ I took a deep breath. “Let’s forget about that for now.” I said going back to my food. “Let’s eat.” “Okay.”

I shut the door before he could reply. Good grief. I trudged back into the room, picking up my lace bra lying lazily on the floor when I heard it again. A fucking knock. This time around, I shut my eyes and took a calming breath. “You've got to be joking,” I muttered under my breath. Calm down, Naila. This was supposed to be about me. My escape. My reprieve from humanity. A peaceful Christmas holiday. Not a fucking ding dong ditch simulator. I stomped toward the door, ready to unleash seven years of rage on whoever was there.

Thinking about my planned schedule I stood up. My life was filled with things I must do. I don’t have time for love. I thought as I washed the plate and dried it. Walking out of the dining room, I pushed Levi’s thoughts away from my mind. Oh God. I will have to work harder if I am to forget about both and my past.

Kimberly intentionally stayed in the bathtub for a long while because she enjoyed the warmth she felt. "Kimberly Anderson, don't create more troubles for yourself," she mentally scolded herself and climbed out of the bathtub. Then she remembered she had nothing to wear out of the bathroom, she couldn't repeat the underwear that she wore the previous day, and she most definitely can't make use of any of his towels. "Use it Kim, he'd understand," her subconsciousness whispered to her.

Everything that deserves to be fought for, to be stayed for, to be loved for, to be lived for. "I'm thinking about nothing," I say, lying. Lying like I always lie. Like I've always lied. To everyone. To myself. To him. To us. To everything we could be. To everything we should be. To everything we will be, perhaps, one day. If I stop running. Stop being afraid. Stop doubting. Stop hiding. Stop forgetting myself. Stop forgetting everything that matters. Everything that is worth it. Everything that deserves to be fought for, to be stayed for, to be loved for, to be lived for.

He ignored her words and went to his room to change his clothes and quickly come out and stand in front of his sister and say:1 "You know very well that I have been like this for a long time and I will not change, so there is no need for you to talk to me with the same mushshah every time, and by the way, I do not associate my work with my pleasure. I give everything its full due, so stop your gossip and for you, you have not and will not be a whore one day."

Na kaya kong gawin ang ano mang bagay para lamang sa aking kagustuhan. And I'm proud to say that's the real me. That I can risk everything in order to keep everything we have. As long as I'm not stepping on someone. That I'm not hurting them, and I'm not dragging anyone to the mess I might make. I can do anything aside from inflicting pain and sorrow on someone. Because I know how it feels. And it can drives people crazy. Including me.

"And if I don't know what the hell I want?" Lucas leaned forward, his blue eyes intense. "Traffic lights are easy. Red for never, yellow for maybe, green for hell yes." "Christ," Sophia muttered, running a hand through her hair. "Is this what they teach you in the army now? Kink 101?" He laughed, a warm sound that filled the kitchen. "No, this is what you learn when you've lived a little. It's about knowing yourself, Sophia. That's the key to any good relationship, kinky or not."