Unsteady Novels & Stories

Fear coiled in my empty stomach as the werewolves moved toward me. My limbs were too weak to fight back, but that didn’t stop me from trying. I pushed against the ground, attempting to stand, but my knees buckled instantly. Beta Henry clicked his tongue. “Pathetic,” He muttered.

He exhales. Not satisfied. But not pushing either. “Define stable,” he says. “It means nothing is breaking,” I reply. “And?” “And it means I can’t let go.” Silence follows that. Not empty. Heavy. Because he understands exactly what that means. “You’re stuck,” he says quietly. “For now.” “That’s not good enough.” “It’s what we have.” The Unwritten steps closer again, watching me with that same focused awareness it always has. But now— There’s something else in it.

But inside my mind, nothing felt normal anymore. Celyne had shifted the balance without even realizing it. And now everyone around her would start reacting differently. That was how things like this worked. One change always created ripples. I got into my car and sat still for a moment before telling the driver to start moving. As the car pulled away, I looked out the window. Celyne wasn’t weak. Not exactly. But she was unstable right now. And unstable people… made decisions they didn’t fully understand yet. My fingers tapped once against my lap.

“Yes.” “It increases error.” “Yes.” “It decreases optimization.” “Yes.” “And that’s a problem for you,” I added. Silence. Longer this time. Processing. Struggling. For the first time— I could feel it. Uncertainty. “You are introducing instability,” it said. “I’m introducing freedom.” “Freedom is inefficient.” “Freedom is unpredictable.” “That is undesirable.” “For you.” The network pulsed again. Stronger. Wilder. But still holding. Still connected. Still functioning.

" Gosh, I bit my lips again and shook immediately, the spank was a mix of pain and pleasure. It made my body tremble with something I didn’t fully understand, but I didn’t want him to stop." “We’ll do this later,” he said. “We’ll go steady and you’ll get used to me.” When I heard this, I felt a little bit disappointed. Why would he say we should continue later?… when I was just starting to want more. I wanted to tell him to continue it, but I didn’t. I just stood still. Breathing heavily, while my legs kept shaking. My body wanted more, but his words held me back, It didn’t seem fair.

"my thoughts exactly, what you got in mind?" "Our hidden firework stash in the barn" "Yes," Acre says with a big grin, I can feel the excitement radiating off him, his wolf Forest is jumping around with excitement and Abyss my wolf he's just as excited, he's tipping at me. All of a sudden I feel Acres excitement deflate and Forest is on alert, Acre has frozen staring at the t.v. screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear

"Fine. Go get changed." *** Translations: *nyash: ass. When someone says your father's nyash, its basically your father's ass they're cursing out. *Waka: Its a curse or an insult *No vex o: Don't be angry

The Second Night of Chaos William returned to the West Wing on the second night of the crisis looking genuinely ill. He had bypassed dinner and was now fueled solely by adrenaline and the grim specter of corporate collapse. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, were dull with fatigue, and he spoke in disjointed fragments of financial data and legal terminology.

I gave him a smile but his face was the same, being mad at me but he wasn't looking dangerous at all. "What did I tell you ?" He said and I could say he was really mad at me but he spoke in a calm way. "I lost the way. I couldn't remember where my room was." I explained and he didn't seem happy or mad nothing his expression was blank. He just went out of the room. Now, what did I do to make him mad? Ugh, these men are so unpredictable. I stood there, waiting for Dean to come out and he came out in no time. He was wearing a black suit. He was looking handsome enough to make any girl fall for him right now. He walked towards me.

"If you believed that letting go wouldn't cause everything to fall apart." "That's naive," I said. "Maybe," Eli said. "Or maybe it's just faith. And maybe you're scared of faith because it means admitting you can't control everything by yourself." I stood up because I needed distance. The editing suite suddenly felt too small, and Eli was too close, and I was too aware of every detail about him. "I'm going to grab coffee," I said. "I'll be back in twenty minutes." "Okay," Eli said, and he didn't try to stop me. "But Adrian? Running away doesn't change what you're feeling. It just postpones it."