บททั้งหมดของ HIS LOVE BEYOND WORDS: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

We arrived at the concertation and as Michaël had already pointed out, we were alone because he had rented the place just for the two of us. Hand in hand, fingers intertwined, we entered as the manager of the place greeted us. “Mr. Michaël Keller, I am happy that you have chosen this place for which I am responsible… this way, follow me” We followed the man and soon we were in a huge room with seats and a stage with a huge piano. It was so beautiful as I closed my eyes imagining myself in front of a crowd of people who had come to hear me play at a concert. It makes me so dreamy and eager that I have only one desire, for this dream to come true. Michael stroked my fingers drawing my attention to him as I looked up at his face. “One day, you will play in front of thousands of people and everyone will admire you” I smiled happily, maybe then I'll be truly worthy to stand by Michael's side. I had to succeed in becoming someone who deserves to be with him, someone who could make

John Keller had before his eyes a stack of rather interesting documents, he had to admit it. There was information he thought was useful but at the same time, he knew it wouldn't be enough so he needed more. In his environment, to obtain something, the means had to fit with the environment, and in his case, he had the means but did not know if that would be enough to swing the situation to his advantage. It was so easy to leave now and tell Jeanne that her boyfriend is a little rascal who has had to hang out with unsavory people but then he doesn't know what her reaction will be. Maybe she's so in love that she wouldn't care. Ah, he needs data, he just can't go and tell her things like that about Fabian, if she's really into this relationship, it would pass for simple defamation driven by his jealousy. He would therefore lose an opportunity to conquer this woman and the possibility of getting his hands on her future fortune. He's not dumb enough to start a business that could

I walked through the halls of the school with a feeling of discomfort that blocked my throat. The feeling was strong and heavy, I was afraid and shivers ran through my body. A more intense cold than normal had frozen all the cells of my body while the school had the boiler room which worked rather very well. I pulled my coat back over my shoulders as I looked around. I felt like I was being watched and then I felt very paranoid. Why would people even care about my poor existence? I'm not that important, I certainly shouldn't think so highly of myself. I put my hand on my forehead as small droplets of sweat settled there. I sighed before finally arriving in front of my classroom. I was sick of that suffocating feeling in the hallway. I opened the door as the ruckus I heard outside had died down. Slowly I walked towards my place keeping my face down, I didn't feel able to face the looks I knew were on me without even understanding why I would receive so much attention. I swal

I stood in that dark alley for I don't know how long crying and almost cursing my life. I've never been a bad person, I've never had to hurt anyone to go through that. I didn't know my dead parents, or maybe they abandoned me because of the way Jeanne looked away every time she had to talk about it. I think the second option is more valid. Even my parents did not want me and while I still managed to have someone who loves me, Jeanne, I had to bring her worries. I made her life so miserable that she couldn't enjoy the joys of life because of me. I lived on her hook for so long like a parasite preventing her from being happy, I even told myself that she ran away with me so that my parents would not abandon me. It was surely that I would be the one my parents wanted to throw out, but Jeanne did not want to and she was also thrown out. It's all my fault and as if that wasn't enough I had to cling to another person. Michael. He was so nice to me that I couldn't help but fall in l

It had been ten days since Michaël had arrived with Fabian in Hawaii and he felt uncomfortable for several reasons. But the most important was Emma. The first two days she had been warm with him telling him that she misses him too and about her days and he too would do the same, nevertheless ignoring the moments he wanted to forget. But for the past few days, Emma seems cold. It scares him and hurts him too. She replies after hours to his messages and when she replies it's so vague. Hello, how are you, thank you. No sweet words, no nicknames, nothing. She is so cold and he is afraid that she has decided to break up with him. He's so stressed he can't stop biting his nails and photo shoots are taking a hit as well. His face is tense and pale, Emma isn't going to leave him, is she? She still loves him, doesn't she? He's scared, so scared of losing her. He tried to make a video call but she returned his calls. It ended up demoralizing him to the point of starting to cry agai