Stop It Novels & Stories

It is then I spot the flashing red light in the corner of the room. “I see you Cara.” The sneering voice came from the speaker of the camera. “Oh God.” I groaned out. He could see everything I did. “You really are evil, you are the worst sort of human alive. I will not let you get away with this.” I screamed an ran at the camera, with intent of destroying it. Just as I was about to reach it and jump, the chain around my leg reached its end and stopped me. Staggering with my footing, I looked up at the camera. I reached down and pulled my shoe off my foot. I pulled back my arm and threw it and the camera. It hit a small clear plastic barrier and returned to the floor by my foot. Bending and

" Why'd we stopped? " I kept asking Acquirer, literally don't know what to do, gosh. " Maybe it's an electrical failure." He said while looking down and trying to seek what is the problem. I closed my eyes to avoid looking down cuz I'm terrified. " Don't worry, I'm here." He said cuddling while trying to comfort me. I hug him back, tighter and tighter as the children screaming for help at the other side, bad luck we're at the top. As I look around, I didn't see any lights, even at the hotel. Maybe the current electricity was cut.

Eli was quiet for a long moment. "Okay," he said finally. "Two weeks. We stay professional at work. We maintain collaborative energy. And then, when the campaign closes, we stop pretending." "Stop pretending," I repeated. "Stop pretending this is only professional," Eli said. "Stop pretending you don't feel this. Stop pretending you're not scared. Just... be honest about all of it." "I can do that," I said, though I wasn't entirely confident it was true. "Can you?" Eli asked. "Or will you spend two weeks rebuilding walls so you're safe again?"

Ryder Lila swallowed hard. Her voice came out small and shaky. “But I can’t help it. I can’t—” “You have to!” I cut in, louder than I meant to. My eyes widened as the words rushed out. “Please. You know it can never work between us.” She stood up slowly. Her movements were careful, like she was afraid the floor might crack under her. “Why not?” I shifted back instinctively. “Stop, Lila.” I shook my head and raised my hand, palm out, taking a step away from her. “Just… fucking stop. Fuck!” The word tore out of me sharper than I intended. It echoed in the quiet room.

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

Damn it ' He cursed making his ways to the room. ______ Sitting on her brown sofa Jane cuddled with a picture. Her eyes were shut replaying the previous events. " I'm lost, What should I do? I don't know why or what is going on " She positioned the frame in front of her. " Jaden I'm scared " " How do I stop this thoughts? They're too loud? " " For the first time, I felt like someone was really looking at me Jaden " Throwing herself on the floor she spaced out " Argh! But why would he be so close, doesn't he know how dangerous it's? "

That to stop it— To really stop it— I might have to cross that line after all. And next time— I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back.

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I want to hope… That deep down, there is something about me that people can love. “Stop it… Stop it… Stop it stopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopit! Give in already! Quit being so fucking difficult!” The whispers stopped but were replaced by a bunch of angry voices. The airplane in front of me shook because of it but didn’t crash to the ground.

Let's end this. ***