Stop Messing Around Novels & Stories

"Cease and desist Stevie! You're my assistant, so you will assist me in this. Sit down!" "Maybe you're the one that needs to cease and desist. You know what I mean?" "The memo? I said no Stevie. I won't stop. I'm a python and I need to look for something huge to swallow. And by 'huge' and 'swallow', I don't mean a big dick." "Ha ha. Very funny." And there, in the small and dingy office of the non-functioning Department of Waste Management, they also plotted and conspired.

A scream tore out of my chest. "Stop the fucking car!"

How could this man be so confident in twisting my intentions? "Chris, are you seriously this delusional? I've told you—I don't love you anymore." His eyes burned red with frustration. "You're my mate. How could you possibly not love me?" Just then, my phone vibrated with another message from Drake. "I'll come pick you up soon." I quickly replied, "No need. I'll drive myself to the ski resort." The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument.

I started to feel a cold sweat forming all over my body. What have I gotten myself into? Seeing me not responding but vividly shocked he went ahead speaking, "There is another way though, you can just give up your stupid ego and continue working under me or I just told you what would happen if you don't so….think wisely Mrs Fletchers and let me know" he added and sat back on his chair.

I straighten, meet the watching eyes above, and let my answer stand unchanged. “No more stabilization,” I say evenly. “Not from me.” The pressure threshold has been reached. And I’m done letting them pretend that means stop.

I knew if they asked for any proof, the curse would defend itself. What should I do to make myself stop thinking about the crime? First, I would make myself busy. Second, I would never mind the world. Third, I would eat three meals a day, even if I wasn't hungry. I would get enough sleep, though I wasn't drowsy. Lastly, I would stop thinking about anything, though it was difficult to stop because my story was all about that.

I fix my posture, returning to serious and nonchalant. "Forget it, let's go home." It's time to get back to the original plan and forget about distractions

By the end of the fourth week, I'd made a decision: I was going to stop trying to negotiate the terms of my own vulnerability. I was going to let this happen completely. "I want to move in with you," I said one evening, completely unprompted. Eli blinked. "Right now?" he asked. "No," I said. "But soon. I want to stop maintaining my apartment as a backup plan. I want to commit to this completely." "What brought this on?" he asked. "You," I said. "You've spent weeks reminding me that control is just another form of fear. And I'm tired of being afraid. I want to actually build something with you instead of constantly preparing for it to fail."

I said "Are you kidding me!? You have exams coming up soon and you'll need these classes" She said "That's the more reason I wouldn't go. That is just an expenditure of time. Because I will soon change school" I said and she tried saying something else, but I cut her at once saying "Mom just LEAVE me ALONE!" She shook her head and left. ♥.....♥ To be continued...

Sylvie was threatening to commit suicide—again. She stood at the edge of the building, started a live stream, and mentioned my name. I switched on the live broadcast and saw her crying in front of the camera. "Some days ago, I helped the husband of a woman named Lauren Falk get ointment for her after she suffered some burns. She left her hotel door open to seduce other men into satisfying her sexual frustration, but she later regretted it and called the police on them. I then got fired for leaving my post.