Beyond The Story Bts Novels & Stories

Len was probably at school and the loneliness of the penthouse was there again. I roamed my eyes around before I finally stepped out and told Henry's team that I was ready to go. But what I didn't know that time was, I wouldn't be able to go back to his penthouse after tonight, after he told me everything.

I am from the moon, you are from the stars, our conversation was like a homework One day best friends, one day enemies, I just wanna understand, We are each other's mystery, Is that why it's even more special One day when this cheer dies down, stay by my side, Longer than seven summers and cold winters, Longer than many promises and memories. -BTS ********************************* Please leave your comments and write a review if you like the story. Enjoy reading - T

Whattt? You are a pretty ass bad bitch! Are you sure ayo would be able to keep his hands to himself? Use a condom sha.🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️😑 I am not ready to be a godmother. Bel. godmother kor.🙄🙄 Me nko?🙄🙄 You wan dey whine cultist?😕😗😒 Amara don't use condom o. It's more enjoyable without a condom.🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

But not to worry, my long awaited two months has finally elapsed, and for that, my heart was in a happy state knowing that he’d be back soon. Although, I haven’t being given a specific date because you know the conditions he stated before he traveled. Less communication and definitely less reminders of our love for each other. But that nightmare would soon be over as he’d come back soon just like he’d promised. Turning sideways, Tania nudged me immediately.“Your turn, Starr!” she cheered, spinning the bottle. I groaned dramatically. “If that bottle tells me to give anyone here a lap dance, I swear I’ll jump into the ocean.”

When he saw me walk out looking calm and composed, he looked uneasy. "Vanessa, you—" "I'm fine. You've seen what you needed to see, so you should go now. What comes next isn't something you can be involved in." I told Edward to leave. He didn't want to, but in the end, he was kept outside. Everything that followed had nothing to do with him anymore. I knew partings were painful but for Blake, this was also a release. After so many years as comrades, we had become closer than anything else.

"What will happen after you find your mate?" Blake began to cough, and he went out of the room, giving an excuse. "You will mate with he-" Bell was cut off by Dylan. "That's enough. I think that is enough for today. She will know about all this eventually, not all at once," Dylan interrupted. Bell bit down on her tongue and looked at me, giving me a sheepish grin. "I think Alpha will tell you-" she was again interrupted by Dylan, who spoke warningly, "Bella." She stopped mid-sentence, and I frowned at Dylan for interrupting so much.

"Emma, please hold on just a little longer, okay? We’re so close to raising enough money for treatment abroad. They have the latest research on liver cancer. You can still make it!" She held my hand, and the warmth from her touch spread through my entire body. "But I’m so tired, so tired I don’t even want to open my eyes anymore." Suddenly, I found a burst of energy and hurriedly gave her some instructions. "I told my mom I was going abroad for work. I’ve already written letters for her to receive every year. They’re in my room. "There’s still some money left in my account, you know the password. Consider it a gift from me, the godmom, for the baby who hasn’t arrived yet.

Instantly, he turned the screen toward the man, displaying a successful transfer interface. The man became excited and suddenly asked, "Is it in?" I sensed that he was using Bluetooth to stay connected with someone else. This question was directed to his hidden accomplice. "Release her." Atlas moved forward again. "Don't come over. Haha! Atlas, you're really something. 600 million, and you didn't even blink, huh? But you must have some regrets in your life. Otherwise, how could you remember me? Haha... Since I'm here, I don't plan on leaving alive... "

My wedding day arrived, and no one from my family graced the occasion. Word reached me that Brent's stroke had left him partially paralyzed. Fiona juggled his care, her days blurred by exhaustion and tears. Andrea cited her packed exhibition schedule as an excuse for her absence, never once checking in. My life with Levi unfolded in serene bliss. Then, one day, headlines broke. [Rising Star Andrea Jordan Busted for Plagiarism] [Prodigy Painter Exposed as Copycat]

His arms wrapped around her, steady and warm. Not possessive. Not controlling. Supportive. “You’re not responsible for the consequences of his actions,” he murmured into her hair. “You’re responsible for your integrity. And you kept it.” Her breathing slowed. The tension in her shoulders eased. “I hate that he can still affect me,” she whispered. “He can only affect you if you let the narrative stay unresolved.” She pulled back slightly. “What do you mean?” “You haven’t forgiven yourself.” The realization hit unexpectedly. Forgive herself.