She Said Don't Get Too Attached Novels & Stories

she said shakily. "No, you're not going home. If you get out of this mansion, I'll make sure it's not alive."

she answered, and I looked at her. “And how do you feel?” I asked her and hugged me and buried her head on my chest. She didn’t answer me, but I think I knew her answer. She feels the same way I do, and I guess she is just as scared as I am. This feeling of getting attached to someone who is going to leave is scary. She then suddenly looked at me and I could tell she was thinking about something. “I know that eventually the mark will disappear,” she said, and I nodded.

“Don’t.” Her eyes flickered a bit. “I have eyes,” she said. “And ears. People talk.” “People who talk too much end up irrelevant.” She smiled again, slower this time. “You always play hard to get.” “I’m not playing.” “You always say that.” She leaned in. “One of these days, you’ll slip. And when that happens, I’ll be there when that happens.” “That won’t be happening. If I were you, I’d give up.”

Enough to make her dangerous. "You should be careful," she murmured. I sipped my tea. "About what?" Her smile never wavered. "Getting attached." The words landed harder than they should have. "Whatever kindness you're imagining isn't real." I froze. Because she wasn't entirely wrong. Men like Adrian didn't suddenly change. Not overnight. Not without reason. Sienna leaned closer. "Don't embarrass yourself by hoping." Then she straightened and walked away. Leaving her poison behind.

she said, “but I’m afraid we might endanger the no-strings-attached motto if we did.” Joe slowly nodded, suddenly feeling relieved. “Yep, there’d be a risk, I’m afraid…”

Her lips tugging up at the corners. “Looks like you can’t get rid of me.” “You didn’t mean it. You didn’t truly accept.” “Now you're the one talking a load of shite.” She folds her arms up, pushing her perky tits higher. “Now I don’t get the whole mate thing and being attached to one person. But it seems like you are wrong.” I stare at her. The nerve in my eyelid twitching because I knew she was right. It didn’t mean that I had to accept it.

She sighed, and the anger dissipated as she opposite me. "I get it, okay?” she said. “You're confused, and you're probably lonely. But Adrian Knight is the kind of man who'll pull you into his world and leave you broken when he walks out. So just... promise me you'll be careful, okay? Don't get attached." I looked down at my plate, the syrup reflecting the light from the window. "Yeah," I said softly. "I'll be careful." But even as I said it, I knew I was already lying.

she said, “But the truth is no one will ever mean anything to you as long as she’s everything.” That name she didn’t say still filled the room. “Don’t,” I said, the word rough. “Don’t what?” she whispered. “Don’t say her name? Don’t remind you of the ghost you built a life around?” I stepped toward her, “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

did some things that shouldn't be done. Because she was afraid to say it, Edna used two fingers to touch each other, meaning that she had already done something adult. Doris also didn't know what to say, she just quietly patted her friend's shoulder, because each person has a unique situation, no one is the same. Doris didn't know what to say in this case, she could only comfort her friend: - Come on, it's not the end of the world, we have nothing that hasn't happened yet, let's just think of being bitten by a dog.

“You don’t want to stay? Not even for a little while?” She turned, facing me. The soft light from the windows cast shadows across her face, and for a second, I thought she might change her mind. But she leaned in, resting her forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, my breath catching. Her scent washed over me, and I was so damn close to pulling her back to me, holding her, refusing to let her go. “Stop overthinking,” she whispered. “I’m still attached to Linc, and you know it.”