Ailee I Will Go To You Novels & Stories

"Sir, your parents have instructed me not to let you leave this room." Connor was surprisingly calm. Instead of resisting, he merely nodded and returned to his bed, looking frail. He picked up his phone and logged into his social media, where he typed the words—World Finance Center Rosie Clark—into the search box. The first video that popped up had garnered millions of views. A familiar face grinned at me from the screen. Jasmine, sneering, accused me of being boring and utterly dim until even my own boyfriend could not stand me. Yet I could not seduce a wealthy replacement as I had hoped, and it was a great waste considering my career put me within reach of so many such people!

I couldn’t keep living with this shadow trailing me. “Think? I know!” she shot back, handing me my phone with a determined look. “Go on, send the message. I’ll stay here for moral support.” I took a deep breath, grabbed my phone, and typed a simple message: “Caleb, I need to see you. Can it be this afternoon at the campus square?” I hit send before I could second-guess myself, my heart already racing at the thought of the meeting. He replied almost instantly: “Sure, Annie! 4 PM work? Can’t wait to see you.” His excitement was palpable even through text, and I already knew this wouldn’t be easy.

Amy lay on the bed sadly and suddenly recalled that she had gotten headphones for herself. She quickly downloaded a few more songs and in no time, she had many songs on her phone. She connected her phone to the earphones and began to play the songs in her playlist. As she lay on the bed, listening to the songs, she soon forgot about her unhappiness and began to sing along until she finally fell asleep. Meanwhile, Bastian went to her door and knocked. He had told himself that while having sex with her, he would cover her face with a pillow and pretend that she was someone else.

"Armed confrontation on a private island in the Caribbean. Caleb Richardson was killed in the crossfire." The TV sounded like it was underwater—muffled, distant. The footage looped from dawn till dusk. I heard the word "killed" dozens of times. A month later, I started going out again. Gave up my apartment. Moved back to the East Coast. Found a new place. My roommate was a talkative girl. She asked where I'd been. I said I went to the Caribbean to get married. She glanced at the silver ring on my finger, paused, then just smiled and didn't ask again.

“Please send our regards to Lord Xavier. Agnes is not in a suitable condition to–” I tugged lightly at her sleeve, cutting her off. “It’s fine. I should go.” It was time to retrieve my personal belongings from Moonshadow Estate anyway, especially that crescent-shaped ring. I had to take it back because after this, I would never set foot there again.

This man who was planning a wedding to someone else while his true mate wasted away. Ayla scoffed bitterly, “Thinner?” she sneered. “You're not just getting thinner. You're dying.” I picked up my fork. "I've just been busy," I said. "That's all."

“Good morning love, is Malia alright? Kimberly asked worriedly from the other end. “I am sorry Kim I am not really in a good mood this morning. Thanks for checking up on me from time to time.” Hailey hung up the call and headed straight to the bathroom to have her bath. After bathing she slipped into baggy jeans and a black turtle neck crop top. She packed her hair in a bun and wore two tiny earrings. She hadn't heard from Alan and the others so she drove straight to Alan's private prison to see if they were back. The citizens are already asking after their president.

With you filling my heart, that's enough. Thank you, for filling my heart. Even if you're beside me for a while, you'll always be there. And that's enough for me. Once again thank you love. ~May I Go -Hansaehi 'Sorry sir..... we're going to close our café in 10 minutes.' The café waitress reprimanded me and broke my daydream balloon 'Oh, sure. This ... ' I said, give money as stated in the bill And some money sheets as a tip.

'Kitten it's me' "Mr Black, what's the matter, aren't you on a date?" 'I wanted to check if you're okay' "I'm okay, you don't have to check on me, just focus on your date." With that she hung on the phone. Her voice sounded different. Was that jealousy she smelled in her? No way. She realized she had 1 hour remaining so she got ready in a black dress that hugged all her curves perfectly. The dress reached just above her knees, with a small denim jacket. She picked her purse and key and walked out. She was not driving today since she was going to drink. Tyson and Violet had agreed to meet her at the clubs entrance. With that, she stopped a taxi, hopped in and went to the bar.

Remember to send a picture. Byee. Emma.