Ache For You Novels & Stories

Machines beeped steadily, rhythmically. He walked over, pulled a stool close to her bedside, and sat down. “Hey, Amu.” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. No response. “I’m sorry for being late. The meeting ran longer than expected.” He held up the bouquet. “Look—your favorite flowers. Stargazers.” He laid the bouquet on her bedside table, then reached into his coat and pulled out a bar of chocolate. “And I brought these too.” This was his tradition—his apology whenever he let her down.

- LORELEI - Does one say thank you to the cause of her misery? Does one show gratitude to the aid offered by someone she would rather be away from? That, I do not know. I cannot understand this new attitude of his and it seriously bugs me. Ace has a way of being kind to me then switching his attitude immediately. Nothing is certain with him, at least, not without a catch.

I tied my hair in a ponytail and applied some light makeup that made look more beautiful On the other hand, Ken wore a blue t-shirt that fitted him so well, black fitting jeans, a pair of black sneakers and a black fitting blazer not forgetting his expensive perfume that had a heavenly smell. I then packed all of our stuff in the big pink four suitcases that Ken had bought earlier the previous day. We had delicious bacon and eggs for breakfast. As we took breakfast, He looked at me in admiration "You look like a real queen my love." Ken kept on complimenting smiling happily. From his facial expressions and glanced I knew he loved my appearance. "Thanks love, you too look like prince I love y

Jake said. "Why? Why should I help others when no one is helping me at the time?” Eleven said. “Isn't it just a matter of timing? Look, now I take you out of that scary place and you can live freely, I will pay for everything, you can live normally like other teenagers."

Going over each letter like he was drawing them. He was messing with me, and he knew it. After what felt like an eternity, he tore the cheque out and I almost snatched it from his fingers. The money was good. So good I wanted to jump and hug him but no, I'm a professional. I wanted to thank him for his kindness but instead, something else came out. "Thank you, I hope it doesn't bounce." He looked at me amused and gave a little laugh. "I can assure you, Pretty one, it won't bounce."

I protest, feeling a rush of panic. Ace chuckles lightly, his demeanor surprisingly calm. "It's fine; I already crushed one in the soup." My eyes widen in shock—so he wasn’t planning to kill me with a bullet, but with a little white pill instead. A wave of tears wells up in my eyes, blurring my vision as the reality sinks in. How much time do I have left? “Don’t cry, love; it’s just something for the fever,” Ace reassures me, his tone soothing. “It was specially invented by one of my doctors; it works wonders.”

I got silent for a moment and then spoke up, “Leave it. Let's go. We still have things , we need." "You know very well you never moved on. Then why are you pushing yourself, Naira? Give him a chance. Forgive him." Before I got myself to utter something, Akash got near us as he got uttering, "Are you guys done with your shopping?" I didn't want to spoil their moment so I spoke up forcing a smile on my face, "No. Not yet." He took the bags from our hands and spoke up sarcastically, "You girls and your shopping, seriously!"

Ace entered his cabin and saw some flower bouquets on his table. "John" Ace shouted angrily. Soon a clerk entered his cabin. "What is this bullshit?" Ace asked him pointing at the flowers bouquets. "Sir, your business partners have sent those to congratulate you," The clerk said to him being nervous. Ace closed his eyes being so irritated. "Just take these bullshit and throw them" Ace shouted angrily. The man nodded and picked up the flower bouquets and left from there immediately. Ace sat down on his hair. His head started aching. Ace ran his hand in his hair being frustrated.

Because as I stare at the three worded text he sent, I feel envious of the hold he has on me. I continue to stare as if the words would disappear. Only he can ensue this out of me. 'I miss you.' So simple, yet my heart doesn't seem to think so. He misses you as a friend idiot! my conscious screams at me. Why does he always do this to me?

Taking it out to check the notification, my breath hitched as I read the simple words. 'tylergray started following you' "No, Mr Gray," I thought to myself. "You will be the death of me."