Unmistakably Meaning Novels & Stories

I looked up. “You already decided that.” “Yes.” Of course he had. Because absence— Would be noted. And presence— Would be analyzed. “Then we define the approach,” I said. He stepped closer. Measured. Precise. “Professional,” he said. A pause. “Unimpeachable.” That word settled heavily. Because unimpeachable— Meant no cracks. No missteps. No interpretation. Especially now. ⸻ The venue was exactly what I expected. Private.

His mind was in turmoil. "I wished I would just get knocked out" he was taking himself as he used unnecessary force to open the door. Grace heard him talking but what he said was incoherent to her. "Are you talking to me sir?" Marcus looked at her "would you please get the hell out of my way miss" "I thought...." "I wouldn't repeat myself Grace" he knew better than to push her out of the way Grace moved hurriedly from his way, confusion written all over her face.

DISBELIEF. Inability to accept that something is true or real. Opening his eyes, Dylan couldn’t believe he was back to being admitted to the hospital for an incident he could have avoided. He feels a sharp pain come from his lower abdomen and curses under his breath as he could have avoided the knife if not for missing a step.