What Can I Say It's Complicated Novels & Stories

Is this some kind of coincidence, or does it have a deeper meaning? The last thing I need right now is more complications, especially with a guy who's already a walking, talking complication on his own. This unexpected encounter just added a whole new layer of mess to my day. Great, just great.

I held her gaze. “You already know the answer to that.” Something in her posture shifted, just slightly. “Then we’re both dealing with the same problem,” she said. “Not a problem,” I corrected. “Then what is it?” I stepped closer, stopping just within reach. “A variable,” I said. Her eyebrow lifted slightly. “That’s your way of avoiding calling it what it is.” “And what would you call it?” She hesitated. Then…. “Complicated.” That earned the faintest hint of a smile.

How could I put into words the whirlwind of the past few days, the tension, the jealousy, the unexpected warmth, the way I'd felt so at home in a place I'd never been before? ‎ ‎I typed a response. Deleted it. Typed another. Deleted it again. ‎ ‎Finally, I settled on one word. ‎ ‎"Complicated." ‎ ‎Zara's response was immediate. "Complicated how? Complicated good or complicated bad? Ana, you can't just drop 'complicated' and leave me hanging!" ‎

"The ease of it. I'm not accustomed to things that are good being uncomplicated." "It's not uncomplicated," Elian said. "We're two people with significant operational trauma and non-standard personal histories and a legal situation that's still resolving. It's extremely complicated." "But between us," Dante said. Elian was quiet for a moment. "Between us," he said, "I think it's just — true. And true things are as easy as they are. The complexity is real but it doesn't change the fundamental truth." He looked at Dante. "Does that make sense?"

His face looked like he was fighting an internal battle and then he said. “It’s complicated”

She swallowed hard, then said. " Charles, I am sorry, but it is complicated now, and no matter how much you hit me, I cannot change my mind, please face your family, and let me face my life". Megan was expecting more violence from him, but he got up and moved to the door, before turning to look at her. "So it is true, you are fucking another man here? He asked, and she cries.

“I don’t like that look.” “You will.” “Who?” I demanded. She tilted her head slightly. “The triplets.” I immediately shook my head. “No. That’s not possible.” “Yes.” She urged. “No.” “Barbara..” “I’m not doing that.” “Why not?” “Because it’s them.” “And?” “And it’s complicated.” She rolled her eyes slightly. “Everything about your life is complicated. “That doesn’t mean I need to add more.” “You’re not adding anything,” she said. “You’re using what’s already there.”

, and I'm happy where I am now."Oliver reached across the table and took her hand. Janet felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her at his touch. "Please, Janet. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important," he pleaded.Janet looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity in them. She knew that she couldn't ignore his request, especially if it meant helping someone in need. "Okay, I'll come back," she finally relented.Oliver's face lit up with relief, and he squeezed her hand. "Thank you, Janet. I knew I could count on you."Janet pulled her hand away, feeling the familiar ache in her heart. "I'll come back, but only to take care of your father. After that, I'm leaving again."Oliver nodded, his expres

Melissa blushed, this was unlike her. “I’ll go and erm drink....I mean I’ll go and get us a glass of wine.” Melissa virtually ran away, ‘what the hell is wrong with me? I’m not normally this tongue tied, and I’m much more articulate, get it together you idiot, he’s going to think we’re both blithering idiots.’

“It’s… complicated.” He nodded, as if he expected the answer. “Complicated.” He said it like he was testing the word. “Does this ‘complication’ mean you guys are… somewhat of an item?” I let out a shaky laugh, half-nervous, half-resigned. “Honestly? I don’t know what we are. It’s messy.” Oliver leaned back, watching me with a kind of calm assurance that was unsettling in its honesty. “So, that means you’re single.”