Weak Husband I Quit Novels & Stories

“I want to introduce you to my mother. Not next year. Not someday. Soon. I don’t care what anyone says. You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like I wasn’t broken. That proved to me that I was not impotent like I wasn’t just chasing pleasure but actually seeing someone. Feeling something real.” My cheeks burned, and I looked down at our joined hands. “Are you married?” I asked quietly. He laughed softly. “No. God, no. I wouldn’t be here if I was.” “And… the job? You want me to quit?” “Tomorrow morning,” he said firmly. “You resign. Don’t go back to that diner.” “But what will I do? How will I survive?” He smiled, brushing a finger against my jaw. “Leave that for me. You don’t need t

Nate asked, trying to mask his contempt with concern. "No, because you're a scumbag!" I exploded, the frustration that had been building up inside me now finding an outlet in newfound boldness. How dare he act as if he had merely suggested I spend time with my mother? Nate stared at me in disbelief, unable to comprehend my outburst. "I quit! You despicable, scumbag! How dare you treat me like trash? Do you think you own the entire world because you manage this dump? Your food is mediocre at best, you arrogant, bald-headed buffoon, you fat buttermilk-pancake-face scumbag. I quit. And for the record, Julia wouldn't even sleep with you. I quit. I don't know why I ever worked for you, you rude c

He stops slicing now. "I love you, Quinn. You never fail to amaze me. Your weakness, right?" I stopped chewing and pouted a little bit. "My weakness? I don't have one," my brow raised. I'm giving Xavion my most challenging look, and he just shook his head, drank his water, and his eyes never left mine. "I'm your weakness, Quinn. I know that, darling." . c.m.louden

Sighing i sit up or so i tried too before i fell back down due to the freaking pain in my chest. Damn it! "wohhhhhh! what do you think you are doing?" The doctor yelled "today is my wedding night! how do you expect me to leave my wife alone!"Z What! did you thought i would forgot my own wedding night? "i suggest you to not go!" i growled at the doctors stupid advise! "Don't get me wrong My king! but the thing is at the moment you are very weak due to surgery also affected yoir werewolf healing abilities and any harsh uhmmmm activity might bring complications!"

I have to do this for my sanity. "I quit," I declare abruptly, the words like lava coming out of my stomach. "You quit what?" "Working for you, I quit."? It takes him a moment to react. And then, his face contorts in the worst way possible, the shock and agony on his face is all too apparent. "What the fuck, why?" "Can you please leave? I really need to be alone right now." I'm pleading him, I feel so weak. So many conflicting thoughts and I need to sort them out on my own.?

“Timid, weak posture, weak minded woman. Are you sure sir she’s your wife and not just a maid in this place?” I felt my throat tighten and my breath catch as the words came out of his mouth. At first I wanted to deny the truth of what he was saying, but ultimately I could not ignore the strength in his voice. He was too honest, too blunt to be able to sugarcoat it. As much as it scared me to admit this, deep down I knew that I am weak—that is just another one of those truths about myself which must be accepted if I am ever going to make progress.

"Stop dealing with a troubled person like me. Nothing will happen to me anymore." "Let me help you," continued Tuncay, with an unyielding demeanor. He looked at the glass in my hands; a venomous pain formed in his eyes. As I hurt myself, he felt the cruel blows in his soul, I knew. "You're only eighteen, Lavin. Stop poisoning yourself." “No,” I replied, shaking my head in the negative. "There's no such thing as quitting for me anymore." Tuncay bent slightly to me. "You're wrong, Lavin," he said sharply. He looked me in the eyes with a determined and strong expression. "Just as there is such a thing as starting, there is also such a thing as quitting."

For the 101st time, Adrian Sinclair, heir to the city’s most powerful family, and ruthless tycoon Vincent Kane had abandoned us for the sake of a delicate socialite. My best friend, Lily Shaw, and I stood outside the courthouse in the pouring rain, laughing as we tore our marriage certificates to pieces. “System, cancel the mission.” I stared at the trending headline that had just appeared on my phone: [The heads of the Sinclair and Kane families chartered a private jet just to make Belle White smile] My gaze was empty and devoid of feeling. “Even if failing the mission means being erased, I’ve had enough of being a pathetic lapdog.” Lily was even more decisive. She wiped away the blood at

Moreover, I hated how I had let them control my life, how I had let them ruin my relationship with Autumn. “Listen to me, jackass, I don’t give a fuck anymore. I am done with all of you pushing me and threatening to harm the people I love.” I stood and walked towards the entrance so I would not disturb the happy couple. “I quit. You can shove whatever you want me to do up your ass cos I am done.” * * * * * * * I smiled as I saw the happy look on Faith’s face. I had never seen her this happy and I was glad Mario had finally manned up and chased after what he had always wanted. “I’m so happy for you both.”

RIX’s P.O.V. I took a step forward, my hands clasped tightly in front of me. "I want to quit," I said quietly. Apollo's eyebrow raised. "Quit what?" "Being your contracted wife, being a slave under this stupid deal," I said, my voice growing more confident as I spoke. Apollo frowned. "You know the deal, Beatrix. You signed a contract."