Sit Still Pretty Novels & Stories

Just as I had finished checking in and turned to walk up the stairs, Nathan rushed in suddenly. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face was flushed from running. "Did someone just check into a room here? Did a woman named Yvonne Liesel check in? Tell me, quick!" he demanded.

She’s unbelievable! It was already around 8 P.M. It was a weekday, which is why there were fewer people around the place. They can see more and you can feel the beauty and aesthetic of the surroundings. "Beautiful." She heard him whisper. They both looked at the stars on the ground while waiting for their order. "Yes, they are. A beautiful mess." she agreed with him. Even though it was noisy from other people who were dining, silence enveloped the two of them. As if they are both content even in the silence of the night.

so close? ********

Something quieter. Stronger. Staying. Just like him.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

Her cheeks were flushed with satisfaction, and dark red marks covered the soft skin above her chest. Even the black lace dress I had bought for our anniversary had been stained with a few suggestive spots of blood. The room was filled with loud, crude men. Whistles and teasing laughter echoed through the air. “Ms. Jones finally ended her single life tonight.” “So? Was Eric good enough to make your legs give out?” Their eyes shifted toward me, followed by another round of whispers. “Shane is pathetic. He spent years acting like a loyal dog around her, and he still did not get her first time.”

“Men like Julian never change.” They were right. He didn’t. But I did. I used to think silence meant defeat. Now, I understand it’s the most powerful form of control. While everyone else was talking, guessing, assuming, I stayed still — watching, learning, calculating. ⚜️━━━⚜️━━━⚜️ One afternoon, I passed Julian standing by the glass wall in his office. Serena was beside him, laughing at something. He looked so at ease, so sure of himself. His reflection in the glass was almost poetic — the image of a man basking in victory.

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