Novel & Cerita All I've Never Wanted

“Never want to see you again.” He scoffed, gaze withering. “You never give up, do you? That, I'm afraid, is one of the few things I won't grant you. Why don't you wish for a lover that'd put Adonis to shame? Or rubies to match that luxuriant auburn hair?” “You said you could give me anything.” “Anything within reason.” “I know what I want. I want to go home. I want to wake up tomorrow with no memory of this. I want this to never have happened.”

Georgia, wrap me up in all your- I want you in my arms Oh, let me hold you I'll never let you go again like I did Oh, I used to say I felt good in knowing that I’m singing this song for the person that I love. The best part of it was that I get to show this hidden talent that I’ve been hiding. I don’t even know I could sing but I was feeling my heart beat as I deliver the song. "I would never fall in love again until I found him" I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

I knew what this feeling did to my best friends and I don't want this feeling kill me I will never talk to Calla ever again.. I will avoid it her starting from this second

A street musician played an old love song near the entrance to the building. Life went on. Yet Eva felt as though the world had shifted beneath her feet. She tightened her grip on her handbag and began walking toward the bus stop. Ten million dollars. The number echoed in her mind like a stubborn song she couldn't silence. "No," she whispered to herself. She shook her head. "It doesn't matter." Money wasn't enough. A fake marriage wasn't something she could simply walk into and walk away from unchanged. She refused to become another headline attached to Adrian Blackwood's name.

"The marriage is what matters, not feelings, not nerves. The merger between our families will save your father's company. Everything else is secondary." I nodded, though her words made my stomach twist. I was twenty-two years old, and I was about to marry a stranger named Miguel Antonio. A man I'd only seen in photographs. A man my family had never actually introduced me to properly. "Where is Clara?" I asked. "Getting ready with the other bridesmaids," my mother said, checking her watch. "The ceremony starts in fifteen minutes. Don't embarrass us." She left without waiting for a response. I stood alone in the bridal suite, staring at the stranger in the mirror. The girl looking back at me w

"Why won't you leave me alone? What is it that you actually want from me?" He looked at me for a moment before he spoke, and the look was different from any look I had catalogued in sixteen years of knowing his face. It wasn’t calculating or defensive or the look that preceded a comment about my weight or my cooking or my general failure to be what he wanted. "I never stopped looking for you," he said. "From the day you left. I never stopped." I didn't say anything.

I stood frozen, my hands and feet icy cold. They were right in front of me, doing the most shameless things without a hint of restraint. After a low, breathless sound, Theo looked at me with open contempt. "Catherine, did you get a good look? This is what a real woman is like. Cheap tricks like drugging someone and crawling into their bed only make people sick." Humiliation burned through me. Without realizing it, my nails dug into the back of my hand, leaving red marks behind.

“I never did.” His dad stayed silent. “All I’ve ever wanted was my dad.” Ash’s voice cracked on the last word. “That’s it. But I’ll never have that, will I?” “I-I don’t understand.” I didn’t know Ash’s dad from a hole in the wall, but something told me he didn’t admit that he was wrong or unsure often. “Why wasn’t I good enough?” Ash asked thickly. “Why couldn’t you love me like you love them?” The answering silence spoke volumes.

My hand came up to trace his jaw, my thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip. “I’ve been with a lot of people,” I said quietly. “Women. Men. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I’ve taken what I wanted because it was easy. But there’s one thing…” My voice cracked. I looked away, staring at the lamp instead of his face. “There’s one thing I’ve never done. One thing I’ve wanted and never let myself have.” His breath hitched. “What?” I laughed softly, bitterly. “You don’t want to know.”

She bolted to him, grabbing his hand. "I'll do it! I'll have your kid! You don't have to marry me or say anything—I'll do it to save you!" And she meant it. They'd grown up together. Yeah, she'd played games, but her love for Jared had always been real. She'd do anything for him. But Jared pulled away, stone cold. "I don't want that." Alice went ghost-white. His parents broke down. "Jared, stop being so stubborn!" Alice, eyes swimming, tried again. "Fine. Then find someone else. A donor, IVF, anything. Just—just live."