Tell Me To Stop Novels & Stories

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

"Wait-wait-wait. He held up his hand to stop me. "You can't just rush back there right now. You have to have a plan. Sit down; I'll tell you what you're going to do."

“Not again Shan, stop it with all these make-believe stories in your head…” “I…” “Please you’re just being paranoid, I’m done with this conversation.”

’ Anna pretended not to understand, "Are you out of your mind? You are not the sweet flesh all monsters want to eat. Hurry up! Didn't you say you were hungry? If you're full, you won't hallucinate." He wrapped his arm around her, "Are you sure you want me to go out like this?" Anna blushed to the ears and pursed her lips when she felt the change in his body. "That's a ...hallucination. You can think silently ten times I am a monk. That will help you." 'Well... This little sweetheart is really cruel...’ "OK. I've already done it, but it didn't work. What should I do now?" Anna was on the verge of tears. She took a deep breath and said patiently, "You should let me go, and then close your eyes

He probably broke a couple knuckles but he didn’t care. He just wanted to stop. Stop everything. Stop the rage. Stop the heartache. Stop the pain. Stop feeling.

But the fact that he was standing so close to me, got me breathing really fast. "Stop." I managed to say, but it came out as a whisper. "What should I stop doing?" He whispered in response, his breathe fanning my face. "Should I stop trying to make excuses for you, each time you treat me wrongly? Should I stop trying to make this work? Or should I stop myself from loving you, even when you keep hurting me?" "Stop inching closer to me." I managed to say. All he did was release a humourless chuckle.

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.”

"Nothing I say or do will convince you, so there's no point wasting my breath," said Sherman in exasperation. "I just want to remind you that things might not always go according to plan. You don't have what it takes, so you should stop while you're ahead."

"Can you read the verse?" "Yes, although the language is different from the common Arabic. It almost seems a chant or a spell. She drew in a breath. "Be gone to you by power of mind. Be gone by power of heart. Be gone by power of body and life. Three times three, we command, be gone from lovers bright."

“If loving her is causing you pain and stopping you from living your life, then maybe…” Maybe what? He must stop loving her? How exactly do you do that? Would I be able to do it if someone told me to stop loving Miles, if he were to- I banished the thought immediately before it could settle in my mind. My sweet boy is waking up soon. And he’ll be just fine. I don’t have to stop loving him.