And Stay Away Ayaya 소설 & 이야기

Like moonlight caught under ice. And there was something in it. Something behind it. Something pressing against it from the other side like a hand against glass. Waiting. Hungry. Close. Baylee swallowed hard. “What is that? Baby — sweetheart, what is that?” The warmth tightened. Not fear. Warning. Stay away. Her breath stuttered. “From the scar?” Stay. Away. Baylee nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. Her throat burned. “Okay. I will. I will, I promise.”

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Chapter 91 Oprah said nothing. Aaron had always been moody. She had already seen it through. She quickly applied the medicine, "Mr. Aaron, I finished it. Can I go now?" Facing her clear and alienated eyes, Aaron felt hurt. "You just stay here. I promise I won't do anything to you, OK?" He tried his best to soften his voice. Oprah's eyes darkened momentarily, and she knew he wasn't a man of his word.

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The girls looked at each other but did not utter a single word. It was fine that Stella left anyway since that meant that they could sing to their heart’s content without worrying about not being able to get the microphone. “Alright then, I will send Stella back to the dormitory first. Carry on girls, I will be back soon.” As she finished her sentence, Alaya supported Stella and headed out of the karaoke lounge. “Do you need help?” someone asked. “Nah, it is not that far anyway. You girls have fun for now. I will be right back after sending her back.” Alaya rejected their goodwill and headed out with Stella in her arms.

I have never shouted at her before. “I thought you were tired” “Never go with the people you don’t know. Do not you remember the rule?” I admonished. “Sorry” she apologized looking down at her shoes. I tried to calm myself. This won’t work I cannot blame her like this. “Ayla. Mama will die without you. Please please do not stay away. Do not run off with strangers.” “Don't cry, mama.” She removed the tears from my face. “I promise I will not go with them again”

His right hand covered his chest, which meant that his illness still affected him. “Amelia! No, Ms. Reece… may I drive you home?” My bodyguards hesitated. “Principessa, should we send him away?” I shook my head. Ethan’s face lit up in joy. But I did not even look at him. I left him and everyone else behind and walked toward the red carpet under the spotlight. “Just a couple of boring admirers. Let them be.” After all, I was a free woman with a bright future. I was the heroine of my own story.

Like someone else was speaking through her mouth. "Do not run. Please. We can figure this out. We can fix this." But Shayla was already gathering up her dress in both hands, turning away from the altar. Away from Grayson. Away from the life she had been about to step into. "Momma!" Ayven called out, his voice cracking. He started to move toward her, pushing past the people in the front row. "Stay there, baby," Shayla said, her voice breaking into pieces. "Just stay there."

“But I know I can’t ignore you.” Amaya tried to leave, but her feet felt heavy. Her head was spinning. Just standing there, hearing him speak, feeling him so close—it was almost unbearable. “You’re insufferable,” she muttered again, more to herself than him. But of course, he smirked. “And yet,” he whispered, “…you stay. You endure. You survive.” Her chest tightened again. Stop. Just stop. Finally, she moved, stepping back carefully and grabbing her book. “This ends here,” she said again, trying to sound firm.