Romans & histoires Disobedience

" Keisha, you can't do that. Don't accept him, you are business partners, what will people say? I thought you were….. " I did everything you asked me to. Mr Adam, I know you have done so much for me and my mother. But I can let your daughter have her way. The world doesn't revolve around her! I think all she needs is counseling! And if you don't agree with my decision, then there's nothing I can do about it. I have never disobeyed you Mr Adam, not once. I see you as my father, but this is the first time I will disobey you. I'm sorry. You can reschedule the meeting for another day. I have to be somewhere, Keisha turned around and walked away. Adam nodded, he didn't know how to feel anymore. H

I say, my voice gentle, conveying my love and my desire to resolve things. However, Astrid backs away as if fleeing from a leper, rejecting my touch. The pain intensifies within me, echoing in every fiber of my being. "Go home yourself, that... " she begins to say, but the words hang in the air, laden with hurt and resentment. My heart breaks a little more, feeling the weight of the rejection she expresses. I love her so much, and seeing the barrier between us becoming increasingly insurmountable is like a knife plunged into my chest.

"It didn't seem like it back then and I wanted to move on with Sean. He was there for me when you weren't. But you fought with him which made me so confused. You didn't to be with me but then you didn't want me to be with another man. I completely despised you and I rejected all your advances because I was so hurt by you. But the ironic thing is, no matter how much I hated you and your guts, I still harbored my feelings for you. My heart still beat at the sound of your name, I always thought of you and I always wished we would be together in peace. But things were always getting complicated. I come from a family with high moral standards and I was going against them for you. I planned to sta

I said softly. Killian looked at me. “I’m sorry.” “You don’t have to apologize.” I stepped beside him. Then looked at his grandfather. “My answer is no.” The old man studied me for a long moment. “And if refusing means he dies?” The question hit me like a punch. I looked at Killian. He didn’t even hesitate. “Don’t.” He was looking at me now. “Whatever happens…” His voice was steady. “…don’t ever choose me because someone forced you to.”

"Kian, you don’t understand. My mom… she’s always been like that. Ever since I was a kid, she has controlled every part of my life. "What I wore, who I was friends with, what I studied—it all had to follow her decisions. Olivia, too. She’s long gotten used to obeying. "I tried to push back, but it was useless. In this family, other than my late father, no one could stand up to her. "So when she proposed that ridiculous test, Olivia didn’t dare object, and I didn’t dare speak up for you either. I was afraid… afraid she’d turn her anger on me.

He was broken, twisted into something vile by his own father. I wasn’t going to survive here. I couldn’t. If I stayed, I would never be anything more than a pawn in his game, a possession to be controlled, punished, and discarded when he saw fit. I had to get out. I would get out. But first, I needed him to believe he had won. I lowered my gaze, letting my shoulders slump in exhaustion. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, forcing my voice to waver. “I, I shouldn’t have disobeyed. I’ll listen from now on.”

I rejected the proposal because of that! I don't want to be with a cheating fiance who never loved me but has to be with me because I'm a connecting bridge to who he cherishes. Everyone is all about Grace, everyone is talking about Grace, everywhere Grace, Grace, just Grace... don't they have eyes? Can't they see others? like me? Mara? I know that girl called Mara doesn't complain but deep inside her she also feels jealous, she is just covering up because she has the mentality that it's not Grace's fault, who did she think she is deceiving? She should spare me that.

Xyro’s chest heaved, his wide eyes darting between Nine and me, “S… Sir, I… I didn’t mean to disobey! I just thought…” “Mhm… That's your problem, Xyro. You ‘thought’. But thinking isn't your job, is it? I don’t tolerate disobedience, Xyro. It’s a simple rule. Follow it, and you live. Break it, and…” I trailed off, straightening, “Well, you know what happens.” I leaned forward, resting one of my palms on the armrest of the chair. “N… No… I mean yes… Yes sir.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Seriously, what is your problem?” “Problem? No, no, I don't… have any… problem.” “Yeah? So care to explain why you would disobey me? Wasn't I clear that you shouldn't ride Storm under any circumstances? Do you have any idea what your actions could have caused? Do you know you are lucky to be alive?!” “It was a mistake.” “No it wasn't, you made a foolish decision and disobeyed me. You almost killed Miss Miller and yourself, as well as ruined the show a second time!”

If the child were his, he might take my child from me. And my Friday was for John. Disobedience attracts punishment. It echoed in my head. Every muscle in my body pulled taut. All I could think of was…what the hell was I going to do tomorrow?