Tell Me To Stop Novels & Stories

“Look, I need to leave. There’s nothing for us to talk about. I’ve said everything I need to say. I’ve asked you to stop. Please don’t make me get the police involved.” I’m not sure where the last bit came from. It’s not like I’d actually do it, and I doubt it would do anything to stop him. Nonetheless, I need to try and appear serious.

"I don't need nor do I want this shit, so go give it to someone who does." "But... I- there's so much I want to say to y-" "I don't give a shit! I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to be in the same room as you. Whatever ideas my mother gave you to think whatever the hell you're thinking- they're not going to happen. So stop okay. Just stop!"

“How can I stop a monster? How? How can I do this alone?” “You are not going to do it alone. I am right here; I am going to fight with you. We are going to stop him. The plan I have is already in motion, but the plan will mean nothing if you give up now.”

“You just said you haven’t felt any pain.” “I lied.” His gaze searched mine urgently. “Why?” I raised a shoulder in a small shrug. “Why should I tell you the truth? We’re practically strangers.” I saw the flinch before he could hide it. A small movement, but it was there. He swallowed heavily. “Fair enough. I deserve that.” I slumped into my seat, suddenly unwilling to continue arguing with him. “How do I stop it?” “You can’t.” He said. “You must let it run its course.”

"Tell me to stop if you want me to, and I will." "Claus!" Mid whispered. "Say it. Tell me to stop" Claus pressed further.

Hold it together. He said he loves me. Just take it. But it hurts. And it doesn't stop hurting Why does it hurt so bad? Stop. But it just kept on going. Stop. But I couldn't bring myself to speak up. Stop. * * * - - - To Be Continued - - -

sucked her b**bs with pleasure but something deep down wanted to stop, if I continue this then one thing is for sure which is s*x so I seriously can't continue this because I feel like she is doing this because of what I told her As much as I want this, is as much as I don't want to rush things between us We are gonna take things slowly and steadily, I don't want her saying someday that she regrets "ouch... Ouch... Ouch" I said as I held my head, I am just looking for a way to stop this

We have to stop. I whispered over and over again, unable to contain my panic and the pleas that circulated in the deepest recesses of my mind. I was begging my body to stop, to listen to me and yet it seemed almost set in stone, like a cruel fate to continue on a path I knew had the capability of ending me, turning me absolutely insane. I knew that nothing I did or said would make me stop and yet I kept pleading with my body, kept trying to the point of exhaustion to stop myself from going towards it.

I told her. “I have endured so much, but I do not know whether I can do that for the rest of my life or not. So I quit. I do not want she and I regret it later.” I continued. “And I know you are so close to her. But you can not change my mind and please, I honestly request it from you to stop bring up my past. My ex. I hope you understand what I mean.” I finished my words. She nodded her head.

"Tell us​ to stop and w‌e w⁠ill‍." I should. Should te​ll them to‌ stop. Should ex​tract myself from this bed‌ and go back to my room and​ pretend l‍as‍t night didn't blur e‌very line I'd​ tried‍ to mainta‍in‌. But‌ I didn't. B⁠ecause th⁠ey we‌re right​.‌ I want‌ed thi⁠s.‌ Wanted the‍m. All of t‌hem. At onc⁠e.​