Staying Low Key Novels & Stories

I lowered the phone slowly, my reflection staring back at me again…this time wild-eyed, jaw set, fury barely contained. Arrogant bastard. But I needed him. I turned sharply to my men. “Double security,” I ordered. “No one in or out without clearance. I want a new phone. New line. Immediately.” They nodded and scattered. I sank into the armchair, poured myself a glass of brandy with an unsteady hand, and swallowed it in one burn. One week. That was all I had to do. Lie low. Stay hidden. Survive. Mrs. Quinn thought she’d won.

I reply. He considers that. “Those aren’t the same,” he says. “No,” I agree. “But they rhyme.” He smiles. “Do you know which one this is?” I think. “This is staying without clinging,” I say. “And leaving without fleeing.” “That’s a narrow path,” he replies. “Yes,” I say. “But it’s the only one that doesn’t cost me myself.” Remaining, I learn, isn’t about endurance. It’s about consent. Ongoing.

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

“But seriously, he does have a point. There’s a man out there waiting to get to you. How are you going to defend yourself in this kind of condition? Do you want me to stay over for a few days? It’s no problem, really. Maybe we can get one of the guys at the shop to sleep over, too. On the couch, mind you. What do you think?” “Thanks, but I’ll be fine. I’ve been thinking, and figured the guy probably thinks I’m dead already, anyway. I’ll keep a low profile for a while. Besides, I have to stay home until I can move around better, so it’s not like I’ll be out in public. I’ll let you do my shopping for me, though.” “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll do the grocery shopping if you let me stay over tonig

Despite the fiasco, my principles remained the same—live low-key and stay grounded. Because I had always believed that wealth was never the measure of a person's worth.

“Who are these people and how do I get to them?” “You can’t. Let him figure this out on his own.” “What do you mean? What if he needs our help? How am I supposed to leave him to the dogs?” “Please, listen to what I’m saying. What he needs from you now is for you to lay low.” “Lay low?” “Yes. Stay as quiet as possible. Live your life as you normally would. This isn’t the time to draw attention to yourself. You have to think about your kids lives.”

The two of them smiled at each other from time to time, and the air was thick with that cloying scent of love. So Theo was being treated at this hospital, too. I lowered my head, clutching my aching stomach, and hid around a corner. For some reason, I didn't want to face them. It made me feel sick. Ironically, they stopped by the window and didn't leave. They even started chatting casually. Theo spoke first, his voice weak. "Thanks for everything, Bianca. I didn't expect that you'd stay by me in the end. Honestly, you're the person I've let down the most in this life."

Whenever she looked at the forest surrounding the lake, she felt a deep attraction to what was hidden behind the large trees, though she never dared to say so openly. Lowly, who was born a few minutes after Loudy, has a quieter and more reflective personality. She can often be found sitting by the lake, looking at the calm water and contemplating everything she sees around her. Lowly loves to hear Mrs. Lyana's stories about life out there, although her stories are often wrapped in advice to remain grateful for the tranquility of their lives here.

“Something chill. Trust me.” I blinked, pleasantly surprised. I slowly sat up, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “You planning on corrupting me all over again?” “Not right now,” he murmured against my skin. “Tonight, we're doing something else. I promise you'll love it.” He said it with that boyish certainty that made it hard not to smile. “It’s lowkey. No paparazzi. No flashing lights. Just... real.” Real. That word caught something in my chest.