She Let Herself Go Novels & Stories

I'm excited that he is also the last of everything. I had to forgive and let go in order to get my happy ending. I close my eyes and let sleep take over.

I'm close again, so close, climbing toward that peak with a speed that leaves me dizzy. "Come with me," he whispers against my ear, his breath hot, his words a catalyst. "Let go. I've got you." And I do. I let go of everything—the fear, the plan, the promise, the past. I let go of the girl I was and embrace the woman I've become in his arms. The orgasm that rips through me is even more powerful than the first, a blinding, deafening explosion that shatters me into a million pieces.

Theo noticed her stiffness, and then he whispered, “just let go, baby. You’re safe with me.” She gasped as she felt his breath on her neck. She had never felt this way at all. He continued to undress her, kissing every inch of her as he took her clothes off, piece by piece. She dropped to the bed, feeling his hands all over her body and the more he touched her, the more she let go. Let go of all the thoughts in her head, let go of all the problems that ailed her. All of a sudden, she felt free, free from everything; she had completely let go. Then she was exposed to him in all her glory.

See? Only people who reflected on themselves could keep moving forward. We had to let go of the urge to save others and respect the life they choose. Ever since I had gotten a second chance at life, I had kept this lesson close to my heart. In this life, I stayed far away from the people who had once dragged me into the abyss. I simply watched from the sidelines and no longer involved myself. Every path Monica had taken was a choice she had made herself. Whatever the outcome ended up being, she had no one to blame but herself.

Her body wasn’t fully cooperating yet, her strength uneven, her movements slightly delayed from whatever he had used, but the fight in her hadn’t weakened. She twisted sharply, trying to pull free, her nails scraping against his skin as she pushed against him again. “I said let go!” she shouted. “Rachel,” Bryce repeated, his grip tightening just enough to restrain her without hurting her. “You need to stop. You’re going to hurt yourself.” “I don’t care!” she fired back, her voice breaking through the tension. “Where are you taking me?” He didn’t answer immediately. That silence told her everything she needed to know. Fear surged through her chest, sharp and suffocating.

“Fucking let go of me!” “I’m gonna fuck you so hard right now… and make you pay for lying to me and for letting another man eat what belongs to me.” “I'm not your property, Adam and I do not want to fuck a sicko like you!” Using my strength, I tried to break free. But his grip was tight. He started to remove my clothes. I wriggled, cussing him with every chance. I would never let a jerk like him touch me. “Stay calm love and before you know it… it'll be all over…”

Annie wasn't there. "How could you leave for the Arcetic Research Institution without telling anyone, Georgia?" Mom asked. "The climate there is extreme and the condition is harsh. It's dangerous for you to be alone out there! Please come back soon! Your dad and I prepared a new room for you—it's huge and warm." With that, she started crying on the screen. "I've prepared a hundred thousand pink roses for our mating ceremony, and even got you a ten-carat pink diamond ring. Please come back, Georgia!" William's eyes were wet with tears.

I struggled twice, but couldn't break free, so I said coldly, "Today." Having received a reply, Levi still didn't let me go but scrutinized me. In Levi’s eyes, after so many years, my already delicate and beautiful face has gained some composure, and while my temperament has improved, it has also added the elegance of a mature woman, making me even more charming than before. And I frowned at him: "Can you let me go?"

She went home to get ready. She was going to watch and she was going to have dinner with him and she was going to keep her hands open and she was not going to decide anything tonight that did not need deciding tonight. She was going to watch.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

She heard Vera engage the creature — the sound of it, the impact and the sustained effort, Vera doing what she had been doing since the clearing began and doing it with what had to be the absolute last of what she had. The creature's grip on her ankle loosened by a fraction. She moved her hands deeper into the water. She said the final words. She felt the release she needed arrive — not manufactured, not performed, the real thing. The genuine and complete willingness to let go. Not of Dante — she was never going to let go of Dante, that was not what this required and had never been what this required. She was letting go of the desperate version. The grief-powered reaching. The fourteen-month