Staying Low Key Novels & Stories

"Did you say that just to hide the fact that your sperm count is low?" Keegan's face changed from dissatisfaction to anger. "Why do you feel that way?" "There are other ways to gain pleasure," Stella muttered. Keegan stayed quiet. He then gritted his teeth and whispered in embarrassment, "Do you even know what you're talking about?" Seeing Keegan being shy was a rare occurrence for Stella. So, she decided to tease him since Keegan was the one who did the same in the past. She leaned over to him, parted her red lips slightly, and whispered, "Outercourse."

“This is a huge risk we’re taking, and it needs to stay just between us. Try not to draw undue attention , arouse any suspicions. In other words: discreet, and in the background.” “I’ll be fine,” Katie promised. “I’ve done this type of thing before, back home in Maine. That’s what got me into trouble in the first place.” “Not like this.” He gave her one of his business cards. “If you get jammed up by anybody, show them the card. Tell them to call me immediately. But please, don’t get jammed up. Please. Try to keep low, okay? Low as you can.” Katie nodded. She shut her eyes and listened to the quiet around them.

Susan asked Beverly, who was biting her lips hornily. “Of course I do" They both bit their lips each other and caressed each other by tossing, fingering and licking each other. A moment later, after they were done, Susan turned to speak to Beverly. “I think you should lay low for a while” “Why the fuck am I going to do that?” “Listen Beverly. You need to staylow for a while. You are looking around for answers about your brother's new marriage. It is unlike you” “You are a poacher, you need to perch slowly” she added.

Kai looked like a cat about to hiss at a lemon. “Baby,” Kai snapped, “let’s go.” “Ah yes,” Martin said smoothly. “Darling, I'm sorry, let’s go.” Once they were in the car and the door slammed shut, Kai slapped both hands over his face. Martin burst out laughing. Loud. Unhelpful. “Interesting friend you made on your first day,” Martin cackled. “Lowkey life is going great.” Kai groaned. “Lowkey is impossible when that thing exists.”

“Stay... as in?” “As in not temporary. As in a drawer. Maybe even a toothbrush.” I leaned on the counter, arms crossed. “That’s domestic.” “Is that bad?” “No,” I said softly. “It’s terrifying.” He stepped closer. “Why?” “Because people who stay tend to leave when you need them most.” He didn’t reply right away. Just let that truth hang in the air like a heavy curtain. Then—he pulled something from his bag. A tiny keychain. Nothing fancy. Just a small, silver moon charm with a cracked edge.

I shook my head quickly, whispering to myself, “No. No, no, no. Keep it together, Lila. You promised yourself.. low profile…. Quiet…. Invisible.” The words felt hollow, like a mantra I’d already failed at. Low profile means no staring contests with hockey captains. Low profile means not falling flat on your face in front of the cheer squad. Low profile definitely meant not getting noticed by even the roaches and it definitely meant not trying out for a cheerleading team. My stomach twisted. “God, I barely lasted two days and now I already have a hater,” I muttered to the mirror as I remembered how Brielle acted towards me.

Infinity started to tell him a story. Elroy wanted to retaliate for what she said, but he didn't want to spoil the mood. "After our one-month truce, I'm planning to lie low on writing. Louise and Tatay June agreed. I'll just work remotely. I am planning to make one of our dreams come true. The beach house. And then I'll live far away from the noise, far away from you. Even if it's just through this, both of our dreams will come true. But I didn't expect you to find me."

I nodded, staying beside him as he moved to gather more seeds and tools. "I shouldn't be speaking with you," he added in a low voice. "Master would be furious." "Why? We're just talking. I just want a friend. This place is... lonely." The man stopped. His hands tensed over a pot of soil. "If you have a chance to stay away... then stay away, Miss Melisa." I blinked. "What do you mean?" His eyes darted toward me—nervous, anxious, almost regretful.

she said softly. He nodded. “Okay.” Silence. Then— “Are you okay?” Her chest tightened. Because even now— Even in this moment— He wasn’t focused on winning. He was focused on her. --- “I will be,” she said honestly. He stepped closer. Carefully. Gently. Not assuming. Not taking. Just… offering. And this time— She stepped into it. --- Not fully. Not completely. But enough. --- Because staying— Staying wasn’t about holding on tightly.

Keyla arrived in the kitchen and sat down at the table with her hair wet *chic chic* Kojiro sneaked up again *I'll buy you a bell later, then I'll know where you are* grumbling, Keyla sipped the rest of her coffee *I thought you were leaving me hanging because it took you so long* he looked at her pouting *I just prepared myself mentally, I don't want to miss something like that* Keyla got up and looked out the window. *be careful, you bring her into the living room and act normal towards her. So as best as possible, I don't mean to attack them by normal. At some point I stand in the living room door * Keyla grinned diabolically