Stop It Novels & Stories

Yes she was coming to her. Her heart began to beat faster, she decided to add more acting techniques to improve her tiresome posture. "Pretence isn't nice you know. And when you pretend to sleep, you don't keep vibrating your eyelashes don't worry, stick with me and you'll learn more." She said and marched towards the set of gadgets covered on the table. She pressed a button and the bright windows were sealed. The whole area got darkened and white bulbs and long fluorescents stood out from unknown areas.

When the calls stopped landing, the messages started flooding in: [Aaron, I was wrong. Please come back.] [I was stupid. I shouldn't have listened to Victor. I screwed up. I'm sorry. Just give me one more chance.] [The company's falling apart. Only you can save it. Come back and I'll make you Sales Director. Victor's gone, I swear.]

My sister lied and accused me of cheating right in the middle of the college entrance exam, all to snatch my guaranteed spot in college. My results were voided, and I was banned from taking the exam for life. "I don't want her to stray from the straight and narrow…" My sister cried in front of the cameras, as if she were the victim here. Then, she took the acceptance letter from a famous college that should've been mine. She also stole my boyfriend and told everyone they were an official item. Eventually, she got her happily ever after. Meanwhile, I got into a car crash on my way to the precinct to clear my name and died a horrible death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the ex

“You stopped. That is enough.” “What if I keep doing this?” “Then we keep stopping.” “That sounds exhausting.” “Not as exhausting as making you afraid to say no.” My eyes filled again. Chase did not move closer. He waited for permission even after comforting me moments earlier. I reached for his hand. He gave it to me. “Stopping is never something you need to apologize for,” he said. “Even if it is in the middle?” “Especially then.” “Even if you are disappointed?” “Yes.”

After taking back the cash prizes, Charles started spamming Anna’s private chat again. Anna’s phone could not stop buzzing. [Why won’t you reply?] [Are you mute?] [Are you blind?] [Is everything above your neck just there for show?] [Is everything below your neck also just for show?] [You’re still awake? Are you a pig?] … Anna was thrown into a daze by all his insults. ‘Is there seriously something wrong with his head?’ Anna kept trying to block her, yet his account seemed to have some special functions. No matter how many times she blocked her, his messages still got through to her phone, making it buzz continuously.

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

Morgan shot to his feet, looking as though he had something to tell me. Just then, Ingrid Calliope pushed the door to the private room open. She strutted up to me and mocked, "Mrs. Franklin, as a woman myself, I sincerely advise you to have some self-respect. Hurting yourself just to get attention is what children do. The waiter just informed me that the ambulance has already arrived downstairs. I'm begging you, please, just let Morgan have a peaceful birthday."

He scrunches his shoulders when he says this like I'd just asked the most wild and unnecessary question, so I raise my head to properly look at the crazy man who then says, "I don't care for his approval." That's certainly new. "Fine." I decide to say to him. We're now really close to each other that my lips touch his when I talk. That of course then makes my body crave his so I kiss him again. I feel him trying to stop me but I don't let him. "Mia." "What?" I'm still not stopping. I need him inside of me. "Mia stop!" His voice is now loud and that makes me stop to look at him annoyingly.

She retorts looking out of the side mirror. “Yuzuki,” she pauses, eyes still glued to the mirror, “if you want, you could stop. Father knows you’re important to me and he’ll do anything to break that. So, if at any point you want to stop...” “What are you doing Atlas?" Sighing. she looks at me, a scowl playing across her face.

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