Stop Messing Around Novels & Stories

"Mr. Gray, I was acting on your instructions—" "Shut up!" David roared, cutting me off. "Do you really think you can argue with me at this point? You have no loyalty to the company and no concern for your coworkers. How am I ever supposed to trust you? And regarding the reimbursements—if you had nothing to hide, why would you seek revenge on Ms. Lane? From now on, every business expense you handle must be cleared with me in advance. I won't let your twisted schemes turn into a catastrophe."

"Must be nice though. Two Alphas fighting over you." I open my mouth to correct her, to lay out exactly how untrue that framing is, how none of this was something I asked for or wanted, how being rejected in front of two hundred people doesn't magically become romantic just because someone else happened to notice. The words are right there, ready to spill out in careful, reasonable detail. I stop myself. Barely. "I need to get to the clinic," I say instead, and walk away before I can undo my own restraint.

The past had proven very aptly that Sam wasn’t the kind of girl that could keep a man in her life before he became disinterested and bored. “You have no proof that’s his intentions either,” Tabby said, standing. “You need to quit overthinking things for once and just let yourself go.” “I did that already and it’s what got me into this mess,” Sam told her. Tabby rolled her eyes. “Stubborn.” She sighed, shaking her head. “I got to get back to work. I’ll text you later, okay?” “Sure, see you later,” Sam said, picking up the table.

"You never wanna take time to meditate on all this. See, I'm really trying to help you out. I know for sure that someone's trying to ruin you. You've gotta be careful." "Tanya," I called. My voice was firm, filled with a whole lot of fury. "Enough of this. You know what wouldn't make you stop thinking about all this? It's because you haven't moved on. Find something to do with yourself, then you'll realize how great your life can be."

I keep moving because stopping wou‍ld mean thinking, and thinking would mean admitting I h‌at⁠e how that conversation went. I make c⁠offee first, strong and bitter. Then I start on French toast, g⁠o‍in⁠g th‌rou‌gh the motions without re‌a⁠l‍ly paying attention. It is something to do with‌ my‌ hands.

But now reality stands before me, relentless and cruel. I sit again, thoughts swirling, while I analyze the summons with tired eyes. I take a deep breath, but the air feels scarce, compressing my chest in an agonizing tightness. I run my fingers through my unkempt beard, a visual proof of the negligence of the past few days, as I try to find a spark of hope amid so much uncertainty.

“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.

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? "

My uncle's been arrested, and I have nowhere to go…] I silently deleted the message and looked up at the stars beyond the window. At last, the gears of fate were turning toward justice.

I muttered. “I know.” “I hate that you’re right.” “I know.” I ran a hand through my hair. “This is exhausting.” “Yes.” “That’s not helpful.” “It’s honest.” I let out a quiet breath. “I don’t know how to stop.” Kaiden stepped closer. “You don’t stop.” I frowned. “What?” “You adjust.” “How?” “By not fighting yourself.” “I’m not fighting myself.” “You are.” “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are,” he said. “Every time you force control instead of letting it settle.”