The Grind Never Stops Novels & Stories

And clarity is what allowed it to grind. The center holds. Not because it is stronger. Because it refuses the wheel entirely. Let it spin. I am not on it.

There were only two seats left at the company dinner. One was in the corner, and the other was beside my secret boyfriend of three years, Julian Locke. I had barely taken a step forward when Julian called out to my best friend, Capri Leigh. "Capri, sit here." My coworkers immediately squealed with excitement. The group chat went wild too. "They look so good together. Just seeing them sitting next to each other is a treat!" "Has Mr. Locke ever asked someone to sit with him before?" "I bet he's got a thing for Capri. I don't care. I'm shipping them anyway!" Throughout the dinner, Julian avoided even looking at me to keep people from getting suspicious. Even when a server burned my ha

“Grind against my hand like the needy little slut you are. Try to get closer—go on, chase it.” I do—hips rolling shamelessly, trying to press my clit harder into his palm, but he keeps the pressure just out of reach. Every grind makes my pussy clench, slick dripping into the bathwater, mixing with the steam. My entrance flutters around nothing, begging to be filled.

Nathan dodged. "Give her to me!" he snapped, fists clenched. "You think you deserve her?" Nathan spat, already walking. Bradley lunged, grabbing Nathan's arm. "Give Rena back!" They wrestled. Pain shot through me, and I cried out. Nathan froze. His voice was razor-sharp. "She's pregnant. You really wanna do this? Wanna make her lose another baby?" Bradley stopped cold. His face drained. "What baby?" He looked lost. Legitimately clueless.

Short as she was, she had to circle around most of the crowd and thread her way into the front row to get a good look at its source. The mob had led her to a vacant lot. Grass and weeds poked through the cracks in a layer of asphalt that must have been laid nearly a century ago. The foundation of a building sat cradled at its core like a rotten heart. Only the first floor remained standing, hollow, amidst the scattered debris of the higher levels. In its shadow, an organ grinder madly spun the crank of his machine. The fellow was clad in black pants a size too small and a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up to the elbows. A muzzle of short gray hairs peppered his round face. Already rocki

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

Stars burst behind my eyes—and he slammed in one last brutal time, grinding deep, hips circling so the base of his cock mashed my clit relentlessly. The edge shattered. My orgasm hit like a freight train, my body locking, walls spasming violently around him, milking every thick inch as wave after wave ripped through me. I screamed—hoarse, broken moans turning into high, shattered cries that echoed off the walls. My thighs clamped around him, trembling uncontrollably, slick gushing out around his cock with every clench.

Once everyone found out I'd bought this crappy little company, even the people who used to believe in me started giving me that look, like they didn't trust me anymore. "A digital media company on its last legs is supposed to beat real estate? Especially on a project we've sunk nine figures into? Please. Looks like this newly returned Mr. Mark is all show and no substance." "I'm still Team Mr. Jerome. Mr. Mark's been gone for ten years. How is he supposed to compete with Mr. Jerome, who's been studying business the right way since he was a kid?"

But to my surprise, Theodore was waiting in the parking lot. When he saw me, he rushed over, as if trying to impress me. "Have you reconsidered it, Elle? If you don't like diamond rings, let's go look at something else, okay? I know everything's my fault. I was greedy and wanted to have cake and eat it too. But I just can't accept that… Can't accept that you're working so hard for your career! You're shining bright like a diamond… And I don't want anyone else to see it but me."

He'd had someone he trusted to do all that for him, but that was not the case anymore. "Aaron please. You know what we've been through, you can't do this." He'd caught him mid-ramble. Yes maybe he'll go to prison, but so what? It wasn't like anyone was going to miss him. He'd had kids who'd been traveling the world and hardly checked him, Sandra's son barely knew him. His wife had left him, and the only people he'd considered family were no more. Britney was still alive but she was dead to him.