Unsteady Novelas e Histórias

Not an exit strategy. This...

My appetite was gone, and it was replaced by a swirling storm of confusion, fear, and something else I didn’t want to name. What kind of game is this? Just in that moment, Mr. Grey’s voice broke through the silence, " Amara, is everything okay?. he sounded calm and collected like nothing was happening beneath the table. I looked up, startled. His gaze was steady and piercing. " yess sir," I managed to reply, with my voice being strained. Adam didn’t say a word, he just kept chewing. His jaw was tight, he didn’t even look in my direction. "You seem tense," Mr. Grey said, with his fork pausing mid-air. " is it stLong day?"

Desert said rolling her eyes as Sky wandered back to Acre. "Good" then he turned to me, "We had to erm borrow a car," he said "You mean steal" Desert cut in making me laugh but that just earned me another dirty look from her, "Well Mathew is resting so we cant squeeze everyone into one car" "Is he ok?" I ask "Yes, yes don't worry he's just unconscious, it's mostly cuts and bruises", "Desert did it" Sky piped up with a smirk on her face, "You little bitc...." she was about to say furiously before changing her mind halfway through the sentence

"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."

He's just 17 yet the awra he's giving feels different. "Zaine."