Tell Me To Stop Novels & Stories

I groan. “I told you.” “Tell me to stop,” I snap. “I know what this is. I know you’re trying to prove a point.Tell me to fucking stop.” She reaches down and runs her hands through my hair. “Uh-uh. I told you. Just let me forget.” “And after?” I ask. “There’s no after. There’s no before. There’s just now. That’s it. Don’t ask me for more than that.”

"listen to me please" "Please Lyssa, let me..." "No, don't, please..." I stopped him. "You don't have to do anything, you don't have to say anything " " Lyssa please it's not what you... " " I don't care about anything you do, I don't care about you at all, I want you to stop , we're done, it's over and it's for the best " I tried hard to stop my voice from trembling.

he said in a more soberish way. " Let me go get you a glass of wat-"" no, don't I'm fine" he laid back and closed his eyes. I sat by my reading table, " um... I... What you said to me today... I didn't understand you" I said. He shook his head " you don't need to understand"" but I–""–but you told me to stop" he cut me off, I opened my mouth to say something, but didn't know what to say.

CHAPTER 5 I can almost taste him controlling himself not to kiss or touch me more than as what he had at the moment. He rubbed his cheek against mine very slowly. I stared up at the ceiling trying to figure out what should I do next. "Then stop. Stop this if it's making you do bad things. If it's making you bad, just stop", my eyes never left the ceiling as I breathed those words for his ears only.

I need to call off the command…come on, do it. “You can…you can stop now…” I passed out before I could tell if it worked or not.

"My love..." "Stop calling me that," she demanded sharply, revealing her face covered in tears. "I can't take it anymore..." she murmured, feeling her throat tighten. She couldn't stand to hear Simon call her affectionately when she knew it was a lie. It was time to come back to reality. "Okay, just don't cry anymore," he pleaded, sliding his thumbs over her damp cheeks.

So, why should I care how she feels? I take a deep breath and hold it in for a couple of seconds trying to relax myself. I'm not good at being mean to people, I need to get better at it. I have to stop feeling bad. There is no reason for me to feel bad. I keep telling myself, but it's not helping me. No matter how many times I tell myself that I have no reason to feel bad. The feeling will not go away.

“Please don’t talk. Just let me get this all out. If you try to stop me then I might not be able to finish” He nodded his head to indicate for me to go ahead.

Let it be enough. A long pause. I watch the three dots appear and disappear. Appear and disappear. Finally : If that's what you really want. It's not what I want. It's what has to be. I don't accept that. But I'll respect it. For now. I should tell him to stop. Should make it clear there's no "for now," only never again. Instead, I delete the conversation and block the number.

"Please, I can't... take it." I sobbed uncontrollably, my pleas for release echoing in the air. "Make it stop."