Thanks, But I'll Save Myself Novels & Stories

He was not having it, his jaw clenching as he replied, "A simple thank you would suffice." "I don't want to." I shot back and we held each other's gaze until he eventually broke the stare, looking straight ahead instead. It took a while for me to get over myself and I finally muttered, "Thank you… for saving me from being raped or even killed tonight. You did not have to, you could have just walked away and left me there, at their mercy, but you didn't. You saved me, so thank you… for being kind." "You owe me. Do not flatter yourself, thinking I helped you out of charity."

Never give up. Now, I licked my lips, searching for words that wouldn’t come out, sassy or rude or anything other than grateful and praying he won’t provoke me again into saying something that would make me look like an ungrateful brat. I looked at him, meeting his yellow brown eyes as I said, “Thank you for saving me.”

But the warning was serious and the air became suffocating as if he was mad. "I don't know who you are but thank you for saving me once again. It seems I have taken for granted your graciousness. Forgive me. However, if I happen to fail the third chance you are giving me.... Please don't save me anymore and let me drift into this abyss." I smiled as I resigned to the idea.

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Replenished; like I’ve been in a long, deep sleep. I’m alive. I will thank everybody who helped to save me. I will repay them in any way I can. I owe these people more than my own life for giving me this chance. I wonder who saved me. I can’t wait to show them my gratitude and make the most of my life rather than sit on the sidelines and act like the idiotic douchebag I was. One day at a time and live my life to the fullest.

My eyes drift across their faces, Mason’s steady calm, Nathan’s sharp intelligence, Theo’s wild grin that never fully fades. And I say it. The thing that’s been sitting on my tongue for days. “Thank you.” Glancing at me, Nathan raises his brow. “For what?” Mason leans in a little. “Yeah, what’s this about?” Watching me carefully now, Theo's smirk softens. “For saving me,” I say simply. “For giving me a chance. Even when I was a mess. When I was broken.” There’s a pause. Not a heavy one. Just full.

How come my assistant didn't tell me about this? “Thanks you,” “For what?,” I asked. “For saving that night,” I smiled. “You are welcome,”

He saved my job. “How can I ever thank you?”

"Leah, I… I know about all of it now. I was wrong. I made a terrible mistake. Can you please stay? I've cleaned up the house, and all that's left is for you to move in! "I promise you that I'll spend the rest of my life atoning for my mistakes. Trust me. I'll love you, and we'll have another child." I pulled my clothes tighter around me and suppressed the revulsion I felt. I looked at him in disdain. "You're not worthy of mentioning the child to me! Leave! You're just annoying me with all the noise you're making here." Michael shuddered, and he almost fell into the sea.

those names I called you. My impertinence, however funny it might seem, was an act of self preservation. I'm not exactly used to being stuck in the same space as an attractive stranger, so I had to try my best not to warm up to you. I know that's not reason enough to be a bitch, that's why I offer my apologies via this note. I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me. I also would like to say thank you for everything; the great saves, calming me down on wild nights, bringing back laughter and smiles to my lips, giving me access to your private space, in short, everything.