Novels by sniper sniper

The delicate equilibrium Elena and Elliot had begun to forge was soon tested by forces neither of them had anticipated—their parents. As the family dynamics shifted, so did the unspoken rules about how close was too close for step-siblings. It began subtly, almost imperceptibly, during a routine family dinner. Elena had just returned from a particularly grueling day at work, one in which Elliot had not only supported her through a minor crisis but had also taken the time to coach her on handling a difficult client. His encouragement had made all the difference, leaving her feeling both accomplished and grateful. At the dinner table, their parents, Sarah and Richard, sat across from them, chatting about an upcoming family gathering. Meanwhile, Elena and Elliot shared a quiet laugh about a private work-related joke. Sarah, Elena’s mother, caught the exchange. Her smile faltered slightly, replaced by a curious, almost wary look. She said nothing, but her gaze lingered on them for jus

The office had long since emptied, the silence broken only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Elena glanced at the clock on the wall—it was nearly midnight. The client pitch deadline loomed, and though most of the work was done, she wanted to double-check every detail. Across the room, Elliot was still at his desk, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his brow furrowed in concentration. She admired his focus for a moment before shaking her head. Focus, Elena. This is about work. But as much as she tried to ignore it, the growing sense of ease between them had begun to chip away at the barriers she’d carefully constructed. "Still here?" Elliot’s voice broke the quiet. Elena looked up to find him leaning back in his chair, watching her with a small, tired smile. "You’re still here too," she shot back, her lips quirking into a faint grin. "Touché." He stood, stretching, and gestured toward the break room. "Want some coffee? It’s probably terrible, but it’s all we’ve got." She hesitat

Elena had always prided herself on her ability to remain calm and composed, even under pressure. But there was something about Miranda, one of her colleagues, that tested her patience. Miranda had a knack for finding ways to undermine Elena, from dismissive comments during meetings to slyly taking credit for her ideas. While Elena had tried to let the behavior slide, hoping it would fade over time, it only seemed to escalate. Her breaking point came during a critical project meeting. Elena had spent weeks preparing a detailed presentation, outlining her strategy for a major client proposal. As she stood before her team, laying out her carefully constructed plan, Miranda interrupted. “Interesting approach, Elena,” Miranda said, her tone laced with condescension. “But I think we all know this strategy might be... a little too ambitious, don’t we?” The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Elena. Her heart pounded as she struggled to maintain her composure. Miranda’s words weren’t j

The thought stayed with Elena as she went to bed that evening. Forgiveness wasn’t about absolving Elliot entirely or pretending the past hadn’t happened. It was about reclaiming her own sense of peace. She had spent years carrying the burden of his actions, and she was finally beginning to understand that holding on to that anger only kept her tethered to a version of herself she no longer wanted to be. In the days that followed, Elena found herself noticing more moments where Elliot’s efforts seemed genuine. He continued to treat her with respect, and his actions showed a quiet consistency that reassured her. He didn’t press her for more than she was ready to give, but his patience spoke volumes. Slowly, she started to open up more during their interactions, letting some of her guardedness slip away. One afternoon, during a lull in their workload, Elliot approached her with a tentative smile. “There’s a new café down the street. Want to check it out? My treat.” Elena hesitated, he

Forgiveness wasn’t something Elena had considered a possibility, not after everything Elliot had put her through in high school. The memories of his mocking laughter, the whispered insults, and the isolation she felt during those years still lingered like a shadow. But as time passed, she began to notice the subtle changes in him—the way he supported her, stood up for her, and went out of his way to make her life easier. Each small action chipped away at the walls she had built around her heart, leaving her wondering if it was time to let go of at least some of the resentment. One afternoon, while working late on a project, Elena was engrossed in reviewing a report when she heard Elliot’s voice behind her. “Still here?” he asked, setting a coffee cup on her desk. She glanced up, surprised to see him leaning against the doorframe. “You too.” He shrugged, pulling out the chair opposite hers. “Couldn’t let you carry the load alone.” It was a small thing—bringing her coffee and offe

Over the next few days, Elena replayed Elliot’s words in her mind. His steady belief in her had been an anchor during the chaos, and it sparked something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time: confidence. For so long, she had defined herself by the lens through which others viewed her—first as the timid girl bullied in high school, then as the insecure woman navigating office politics. But now, something had shifted. She was starting to see herself as capable, deserving, and more than the sum of her past experiences. At the office, Elena continued to rise above the lingering whispers. She implemented creative ideas during a new project pitch, earning the attention and respect of senior management. Even her toughest critics couldn’t argue against the brilliance of her contributions. With each success, the rumors faded further, replaced by a growing acknowledgment of her abilities. Elliot, true to his word, stayed in the background but subtly facilitated her growth. He pro