She Let Herself Go Novels & Stories

"Trust me. Let it go." "I don't know what's...oh God, oh God, oh God..." I splash! I squirt, hot and creamy. All over her hand and her stomach and the couch cushions and I have never in my life, never once in twenty-eight years, and the sound I make is completely inhuman, my whole body seizing and gushing and shaking while she works me through every single second of it without mercy or pause. "That's it," she says roughly. "That's it, beautiful girl, let it all go..."

Zoe didn’t try to hide anything. She calmly told George everything about her past. At the end, she smiled faintly and added, “Honestly, I think I was pretty stupid. I ran myself into the ground and ended up with all these scars.” As soon as she finished speaking, George shook his head and said firmly, “No. You’re amazing.” There was a deep tenderness in his eyes that made Zoe’s nose sting. But she smiled again, more at ease now. “Anyway, it’s all in the past. I’m doing well now. What about you? Do you think you’ll ever be able to let go?”

“The snow glows white on the mountain tonight Not a footprint to be seen A kingdom of isolation And it looks like I'm the queen The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I've tried Don't let them in, don't let them see Be the good girl you always have to be Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know Well, now they know Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Let it go, let it go Turn away and slam the door I don't care what they're going to say Let the storm rage on The cold never bothered me anyway It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all It's time to see what I can

“You know… you know how much I fucking love you, babe. Seriously. But you’ve got to.. hic… you’ve gotta let go. Relax. Your mama’s not here now. You don’t need to be a good little… little… hic… church mouse for her all the time. I know how much you struggle, to be her perrrrfect little angel every… single… day. I love you.. so… sooo much and it hurts me to see… see you hold back so much. Don’t keep it… hic… bottled… Let it go. Let it go, can’t.. hold it back anymore…” And with that she launches into a slurring rendition of Let it Go, until Zee starts laughing and clapping so loud that Jamie bows dramatically, falling over in the process. “See, Zee understands. Right Zee? Yooou get it.” Jamie

Which resulted in her getting hosed. "And that dress! Who wears a white skin tight dress to a high school party?" I burst out laughing again as I replay the scene in my head. Because she was wearing white, it made it even more embarrassing for her as she gave everyone a nice view of her Betty Boop underwear as she got hosed down. "Okay, enough of that," She says as we finally calm down from laughing so much. "What are you waiting for? Get the ice cream!" I shut the journal and hold it to my chest tightly. The tears fall down my face one after another and before I knew it, I was asleep.

Technically, the bar wasn’t even open in the middle of the afternoon, but since she owned the place, it didn’t really matter. "I’m not getting married anymore." I poured myself a full glass and downed it in one go. The burn of alcohol seared down my throat, and for a moment, my mind wavered. "Whoa, look at you. Such a rebel." Rebel? What did that even mean? "I saw his old chat logs with his friends." I stared at the ice cubes in my glass. The bar’s lights weren’t fully on yet, just the soft glow from the counter reflecting off the amber liquid, rippling like melted gold.

She had even checked in the Alpha's place to see if she could find him there but nobody knew where he had gone, not even the Luna. Angrily, she went to her bag and picked out a skimpy black gown, did her makeup goth style, grabbed her small bag, and went out. Since she didn’t have anyone to unleash her anger on, she decided to go partying. It had always helped her relieve stress. The loud music, the strong drinks, and the strong mix of sex and sweat had a way of unclogging her anger. Devin never liked her partying but at that moment, she didn't care. He could do whatever she wanted to do, drink as much as she wanted to, and even get laid.

It was exactly the escape Sophia needed. She made her way to the bar, ordering a drink to ease herself into the night. The first sip was cold and refreshing, and the slight warmth that followed helped her relax. She let herself be swept up by the atmosphere, her worries beginning to fade. After finishing her drink, she felt a boldness rise within her. She stepped onto the dance floor, letting the music take control. She closed her eyes, swaying to the rhythm, losing herself in the moment. It was freeing to just let go and dance without overthinking. The weight of the week seemed to melt away with each move.

she reminds us “ which is riskier than that one” “ she's not going to be by herself, so I think we should be fine” I try to reassure him. “ Wait, you can't go” Before I could ask why “You going to intimidate them or get them scared they wouldn't talk to me and we don't want that” “ You can't possibly think that I'm going to let you go by yourself, do you?” I say to her. Getting off her seat she goes “ Did you say let me? let me. Boy please” She started laughing “Listen im not someone you can control and I don't walk on anybody's tune but my own “She let me know.

“Don’t resist. Just let go. Let it take you where you need to go.” Her words wrap around me, pulling me back from the edge of panic. She sounds so sure, so certain, like she knows exactly what’s happening and that I’ll be okay if I just listen. I force myself to breathe, to focus on her voice, even though everything in me is screaming to fight. “Trust me,” she whispers, her voice fading again, but I hold on to it. So I let go. I stop pushing back and just… let it pull me. Whatever’s out there, whatever this endless thing is, I’m moving toward it now.