And Now You Won't Let Go Novels & Stories

"Better hope you don't change your mind because I won't ever let go now that you're mine." I shudder at the possessiveness in Noah's tone, knowing he isn't joking around. What have I gotten myself into?

Monica said with a grumpy face. I felt my heart skips a beat. Fuck it... So this is my defect... Even after being reborn, this heart still beats for that jerk... Stupid Amiya, why can't I even let go of this feeling that I had back then!? I threw the Lily and walked away. "Tell him I don't like it..." I said as Monica follows me from behind. "Ooh! That's my girl! So are you finally letting go of your other man?" she teased.

and you never let go. No matter what.

A flash of confusion crossed his eyes. "Damien." My trembling voice steadied. "Our deal is done. Tomorrow, I'm leaving."

“I also know who she is.” Her gaze flicked to me with something like sympathy. My heartbeat steadily, the anger I felt was giving me a strange sense of clarity. “I am leaving,” I said. Vanessa whirled back. “You are not going anywhere. I will not let you walk out after humiliating my son, my family, and now me. You have done enough damage.” “You have no idea what your son has done,” I replied. “Maybe ask him about his trip. Ask him who he went with.”

Blue framed sunglasses cover his eyes, a somewhat aquiline nose is sprinkled with freckles, whilst an enigmatic smile reveals white spotless teeth. The other one, slightly taller than Gracie— snags something in her memory that she doesn't desire to get hold of. Middle school, Social Media, Stalking, Obsessing. “Ugh, not that guy.” He glances in her direction but she looks away, quickly. His negative energy penetrates her mind, like a heavy weight, pressuring somber, inner destruction, escalated aggression, and hate. She replaces the nozzle then walks inside to grab snacks and drinks for the drive down to the beach. Gracie emerges from the artic convenience store out into the heat.

“Whatever hurts you… is my business now.” Diego smiled—a thin smile that made the air inside the car feel like it had stopped. “Whether you want it or not… you belong to me now, Hazel.” Hazel swallowed hard as Diego’s grip on her chin tightened. Her breath hitched. She knew Diego wouldn’t do anything that crossed the line… but she also knew this man didn’t share the same definition of "lines" as normal humans. “Let go…” Hazel whispered weakly. Diego gave a small smile—a dangerous smile that made one realize that asking Diego to stop only made him push further. “I’ll let you go,” he said finally.

“Just think, next year at this time, you won’t be able to wear a dress like that.” “Why?” “Kansas City in December. You’ll be dressed like an Eskimo.” Picking up a toss pillow, I threw it her direction. “Stop it. I would just need a coat to wear over it.” “I’m going to miss you.” Swallowing a lump in my throat, I shook my head. “Not yet. I’m not leaving here until it’s the last minute. Maybe I’ll catch a plane to the Ozarks a few hours before the wedding.”

“Young love is always the hardest to let go of, especially when it runs that deep,” George thought. He hesitated for a moment, then said, “But I trust you. I trust your character, your heart... everything.” There was something deeply moving about being trusted so completely. Zoe’s eyes reddened as she whispered, “Thank you, George.” The two of them stood there for a long time under the streetlight, holding each other in a quiet, comforting embrace. Through the window, Dylan saw it all. His hands started trembling again, his breathing grew erratic. The ringing in his ears made his vision blur. He crouched down, gasping for air, completely shaken but his eyes never wavered.

I wanted him so much that I held onto him as he struggled to pull away "Do you really want to talk right now or do you want to bury this big dick of yours in my pussy", I asked him, I moved closer and nibbled on his ear lobe. My fingers curled around his dick as I slowly moved it up and down. Matthew groaned with delight but suddenly common sense returned, "No, we can't keep doing this. I need you to leave, you are married to my uncle", Matthew insisted as he tried to push me away. My voice took on a husky tone as I whispered to Matthew,