Staying Low Key Novels & Stories

They all looked exactly the same in uniform. "I don't do a lot of rules," she said. "Just one: keep a low profile. You keep your heads down. If trouble shows up, stay far away from it. Don't get involved. When you're working, cut corners if you can. If you can coast, then coast. Whatever you do, don't go out of your way to stand out." The group fell completely silent. "Oh, and if I come across anything good, I'll share." "Thank you, Boss!" they responded instantly, voices full of relief.

"Getting away. Getting free. But it's not. The hardest part is learning to stay." Sarah nodded, her gaze on the horizon. "The staying is the practice. The daily choosing. I didn't know that before. I thought the storm was the enemy. But the real enemy is the part of you that says you can't stay, that it won't last, that you don't deserve it." Maya stopped, turning to face the sea. "What do you say to it now?" Sarah was silent for a long time. Then she said, "I say, 'I'm staying anyway.' I say, 'I'll risk it.' I say, 'The roof will leak, but I'll patch it.'"

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“What’s going on with you, really?” Keon didn’t turn right away, his fingers clicking the mouse rapidly as he adjusted something on-screen. Finally, he sighed and swiveled his chair to face her. His expression was guarded. “I’ve been staying on a low, Savannah,” he said, leaning back in his chair. His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it. “On a low? What does that even mean?” she asked, folding her arms. Keon’s gaze drifted, avoiding hers. “It means I’m staying out of the family drama for once. It’s exhausting.”

The rest was his business, not mine. Just as I was about to relax, another thought struck me. I needed to ensure this marriage would be as low-key as possible. The last thing I wanted was media attention or unnecessary scrutiny. If people started digging into my past, they might uncover what I couldn’t afford for them to find. I was already thinking of a way to phrase it, to casually suggest that we keep everything discreet without making it seem suspicious, when Lucian suddenly spoke up. “I want the wedding to be simple and low-key,”

he said carefully. "Because they are there," I responded, because that was not paranoia, that was awareness. "Listen,” Michael said after a second, his tone shifting again trying to ground the situation. "We will figure this out one step at a time. Do not rush into anything." "I am not rushing, " I cut in. "I am adjusting, because panic reacts. This is something else." I took a deep breath and continued, calmer but more deliberate. "For now we stay low, no moves, no noise. Let them think I am still trying to catch up."

##Chapter 27: Cassidy Book One: Stay Meet me downstairs ASAP with your hockey bag. I stare at the phone in my hand before typing out a response. Are you serious? Just do it. Bossy much? The eye roll emoji pops up on the screen. Fine. I'll be down in 5.

That's my motto. "Ground! Please swallow me up now! I can't stand living like this anymore!" I shouted to no one in particular as I was the only one in my room. "Chocolate is the only thing that keeps me sane these days" I groan as I turn to my side so I can reach for the chocolate wrapper. "What did I say about snacking in bed" "Go away! Let me snack to my heart’s content." "Vee!" Vee? only one person calls me that. I turned to face the door so fast I couldn't help but finch when I felt the pain. I had been laying there in the same position for such a long time so I'm pretty sure someone can relate to the feeling.

“Suzanna… help me…” His hand slipped beneath her skirt as he grabbed her without restraint. Suzanna’s face reddened slightly, yet she did not stop him. She turned to me with a calm expression. “Shane, go buy three boxes of condoms for me. I need to help Eric see if he has recovered. There will be plenty more anniversaries later. If you do not buy them, do not think about touching me for the rest of your life.” It felt as if I had fallen into an ice pit.

“Maybe you don’t have to. We could always move into one of the suites if you wanted to.” She lowered her voice, raising both eyebrows disbelievingly. “Raise the baby in a hotel?” Rocking my head from side to side, I reconsidered. “Okay, fair point. I’ll keep working on it.” “You do that,” she smiled, turning to find a seat at one of the nearby tables. The dining room was full, but not packed. Aston kept her voice low as she continued once I took my seat. “You know, the baby and I could always stay at my apartment and you could come and go when you could.”