She Let Herself Go Novels & Stories

It wasn't until I got pregnant that I was finally allowed to move into that small, run-down room. "Scarlett, do you think you've won? Let me tell you. I won't let you have it easy!" Suddenly, she stumbled backward, her feet slipping dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. "Ah! Help!" she screamed. Seeing that she was pregnant, I instinctively reached out to save her. But Arya grabbed hold of me instead, her fingers digging into my arm. "Scarlett, go to hell!" She yanked me hard, trying to shove me off the cliff.

But Seth didn't budge. Just as she felt her consciousness slipping, he let go. "Letting you die… would be too easy." He picked up his phone and dialed. "Hey. Do they still need people in the desert? I've got someone for you."

When he opened the door, she stood there carefully dressed, a fitted pencil skirt tracing the curves of her body. Peter swallowed hard, unable to get a single word of refusal out. Julia had brought two bottles of wine, smiling as she said, “Peter, have a drink with me—to celebrate my newfound freedom.” One drink led to another, and soon, their clothes were gone. What followed happened quickly. They were half-drunk—just enough to pretend it was the alcohol’s fault. The next morning, Peter woke and looked at the marks on his skin, a flicker of regret flashing through him.

Her smile thinned, almost satisfied. “You know what?” Her voice turned light again, almost sing-song. “Maybe I should do what I should've done yesterday when I found it… and tell him about this.” She patted her pocket where my pendant hid like a trapped heartbeat, about to take her leave. “Seraphina, wait!” But she didn't. She was already out the door, her hips swaying with maddening calm, like she'd just won a game I didn't even know we were playing.

he waved a hand, “—it’s all the same. She only gets what you don’t want.” I covered my face with my hands. It was brutal. It was reckless. A tiny part of me might have enjoyed it. *** The next morning, the internet was buzzing. Scarlett posted a new video—her voice sugary sweet, her dress pristine, her expression full of the kind of confidence that only comes from being desperate.

He always waited patiently, never once pushing me. He never let me pander to him or lower myself to curry favor with anyone as well. Instead, he would look at me and say gently but seriously, “You don’t need to go chasing after any Alpha. You don’t need to humble yourself. Just by existing, you deserve to be cherished.”

Eleanor froze where she stood, her eyes vacant. High-risk deployment? Letting her go? The news hit her like a physical blow, making her heart splinter. The memories of that bonfire rushed back all at once, making her chest tighten so painfully that it stole the air right out of her lungs. "That can't be true…" she whispered. I had promised her that we would guard the borders together. The world spun violently around her. Her vision went dark, and she tumbled down the stone steps of the Ashby residence.

She stands and pulls Chris up with a lot of effort and help from him. "Let's dance." Chris rolls his eyes but smiles. She always does this when he is around. Emily holds both of his hands in hers and begins to move around as she sings along. Chris joins in the first chorus. "Let it go. Let it go. Can't hold it back anymore. Let it go. Let it go. Turn away and slam that door. I don't care what they're going to say, let the storm rage on. The cold never bothered me anyway."

Each sound she made, each glance filled with need spurred an insatiable hunger within me, driving us both to higher highs. I wanted to drown in her—become lost in this moment where nothing else existed. I had fought so hard against my feelings for her, but in this intimate space, everything coalesced into clarity. “Let it go, Ava,” I breathed into the passionate storm we were sharing, my lips brushing against her ear. “Just feel.” And with that, she shattered, her cries filling the night, resonating deep within me as I felt the waves of her release crash against me. I followed her, spiraling into the depths of ecstasy, our bodies entwined, the world around us forgotten.