All Chapters of No More You: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

As Raven watched his parents step out of the car, he clenched his fists, wondering why they had to show up now.But when he saw his mother’s worried expression, it all made sense. Azzmi must have called them about her current condition. Couldn’t she just keep it to herself?Now he was stuck with all of them, unable to get to Zerra. Should he just accept the situation and give her a call? No, there was something he could do to escape.It took him a few seconds to come up with a plan. He paced around, thinking, until finally, he figured it out. This would definitely work.Quickly, he headed down to meet them, going over what he’d say in his head as he took the elevator.As the elevator reached the ground floor, even from a distance, Raven could hear his mother’s concerned voice. She was sitting next to Azzmi on the couch, while his father sat on the other side, his expression matching his wife’s worry. Raven rolled his eyes as he got closer. I can only imagine what this would be like if

When Raven smirked at her, Azzmi held her breath, wondering what was going through his mind. She hoped he wouldn’t point out that she had been staring at his lips, because, admittedly, she had.For a few seconds, he didn’t say anything. He just kept staring at her with that same smirk, and the longer he did, the more nervous she became. She couldn’t look at him anymore.Even though she looked away, she could still feel his eyes on her. He was doing this on purpose.Unable to take the tension anymore, Azzmi attempted to push him away, her body trapped by his palms resting on the bed.But when she grabbed onto his wrists, his palms slipped on the silky sheets, and he fell right on top of her. The pressure of his body against hers made her calf hit the edge of the bed, and she hissed loudly in pain.He instantly got off her, and Azzmi groaned, “It hurts,” she whimpered.“Try not to move,” Raven said firmly, crouching down in front of her.When she sat up and looked down at him, he held o

As Raven stopped the engine, he saw Zerra poking out her hip, crossing her arms, and tapping her foot impatiently. He sighed lightly and unbuckled his seatbelt, knowing this conversation wouldn’t be easy.“Babe,” he said as he stepped out of the car and shut the door.“Don’t call me that,” she shot back, pursing her lips, still tapping her foot in frustration.Raven shook his head slightly, already anticipating her response. “I knew you’d say something like that.”“If you knew I would, why did you bother calling me that?” she snapped.“Because that’s who you are to me,” he said, stepping closer to her.When he stopped in front of her and reached for her hand, she pulled it back, looking away from him. It was obvious she was still angry. He needed to make her understand the situation.“Look, about what happened at the hospital, ” Raven started, but she cut him off.“I don’t even want to hear it!” Zerra raised her hand in front of her face, as though trying to block him out.“Can you at

As soon as Azzmi opens the door for Raven, he raises his eyebrows, surprised to see her standing on both feet.“You’re walking?” He glances at her injured foot.“Forget about me. What did you want to say about Myca? What happened to her?” Azzmi’s voice shakes with worry, her eyes wide and anxious.“She’s awake now,” Raven replies calmly, trying to reassure her.Azzmi places one hand on her chest and the other on her hip as she lets go of the doorknob, visibly relieved. “You scared me for a moment,” she sighs. “I thought, ”“No, she’s going to be alright,” Raven interrupts, trying to ease her fears.Curious, Raven steps forward and crouches down to get a better look at her leg.Azzmi instinctively steps back. “What are you doing?” she asks, defensive.“What does it look like?” Raven replies with a smirk, reaching for the back of her leg.“You don’t have to do this,” she protests, clearly uncomfortable.“Yes, I do. This is good news for everyone who’s been on my case, acting like I’m yo

Azzmi doesn’t know how long she’s been crouched in the middle of the toy aisle.People pass by.Carts roll around her.Children laugh somewhere nearby.But none of it reaches her anymore.Because in her hands is a pink bear.And suddenly, she feels like she can’t breathe.Its soft fur presses against her trembling fingers as she stares at the familiar black-and-white ribbon around its neck. The bear’s huge eyes look up at her innocently, the bright yellow heart still tucked between its tiny paws exactly the way she remembers.A shaky smile spreads across her lips.Then breaks.A soft laugh escapes her first, but it quickly turns fragile as emotion crashes into her chest without warning.No.Not without warning.This bear has always done this to her.Her fingertips brush over the ribbon again, slower this time, and another memory hits her so hard it almost folds her in half.A hospital room.The smell of medicine.Her mother lying weakly in bed with this exact kind of bear clutched in