Come And Get Her Novels & Stories

I raked my finger through my hair frustratingly and parked my car in the parking slot. I really missed her. Once I parked my car, I grabbed my bag and ready to go but there she was waiting for me, still biting her nail. It's one of her habits when she gets nervous. Once our eyes met, I looked away and started to walk towards the lobby. She followed me behind in a quiet manner like a child trying to seek forgiveness from her mom. "Hi, Harry." A blonde waved me and started to half-run towards my direction. "I'm Kaya." She stretched her hand for a handshake. I gave her a polite handshake. If it had happened any other day I would have ignored her but not today when she was standing beside me hav

Her condition must have flared up again. I noticed the look in her eyes. It was the same look someone would have when they were sure about an outcome. She knew Charles would do anything for her. "She's dead," I repeated like a broken recorder. Charles barged into my room and clenched my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Rachel needs that bone marrow right now. Tell me where she is, or my men will scour this whole town for her, even if we have to leave no stone unturned!"

"I have come up with a solution. All you have to do is input this link on her web browser and input this code. We will receive the signal and her IP address which will enable us to have access to hack her phone then see and know everything she knows by tracking her movement and receiving her messages. We just need two minutes and we're in" I took the folded sheet of paper from his hands and picked a folder from my desk before leaving the building. _______ We arrived at my place and I continued to stay in character in front of Belcarlis. The one I'd never thought would do anything to hurt me. She did worse than hurt me, she hurt someone I hold dear. "Let me fix you something to eat" she offer

I wanted to feel her in my arms again. The thought of it made me call for her. The song ended. When it started back again, I spoke. “Come to me.” I wasn’t asking, it was a demand. If she didn’t, I was coming to get her. “Yes” was all she said. That was all I needed to hear. “Meet me in the lobby in 5.” I couldn’t take it anymore. She hung up without responding. I wasn’t sure if that meant she was coming so I headed straight to her.

She chokes out. Gathering herself and wiping a stray tear, she says, “Now, dinner is on the table, why don’t you two come on inside so we can discuss matters at hand – starting with unlocking the rest of your memories and power. I see you brought your mother’s grimoire. Goodie! It will have just what we need!” “Really?! That would be wonderful. I feel hollow, like I’m missing a part of myself.” “That’s because you are, dear. Not to worry. We’ll have you whole again in no time. Oh! I almost forgot, your friend Aleeah called earlier, it seems as though you missed a check in.” Laura tells me.

she said, biting her lip briefly before speaking. Travis extended his hand over hers and observed her reaction. As expected, he was right. That style suited her well. She turned away because she was in a miserable mood. Then she lightly said, “You were the one who agreed to come with Matthew. I didn’t ask you to come.”

To claim what was mine before it could be claimed by someone else. Possession came roaring back, silencing the doubt. Reason vanished. I snatched my keys from the desk, my hands spastic, driven by some primal urge I couldn't name and didn't care to consider. I scooped up the insulated bag, cold lunch all but forgotten, it was hers, it was us, and I strode for the door.

I was already very mad at her. "Why did you do this?" I demanded, still forming some calmness. Her smirk widened as she sauntered to me. "Oh, it's nice having you here. Well, I did this cause I want you to fall for me." She winked. As soon as she stood in front of me, she raised her fingers, caressed my hairline. The moment she wanted her lips to meet mine, I tugged her arm, pulled her away with all strength in me.

Poor-but-Plucky Heroine" persona module has detected excessive behavior! The target's acceptance threshold has exceeded acceptable levels!" "Warning! Julian has developed a severe rejection response toward the host's "pitiful and lovable" charm aura! The conversion channel has been critically damaged!" "Julian's been ruined by the villainess, too? No!" Julian's expression stiffened as the color drained from his face. He could feel everyone's piercing stares stabbing at him, turning him into the center of a very public humiliation. Just then, his phone rang. It was Lucinda. Her sugary voice came through the speaker. "Julian, the strap on my new purse broke. Won't you come fix it for me? I can

“He called me today. I haven’t talked to him since I left him when you were just a baby.” “Uh-huh,” I stammer, unable to breathe. “What did he want?” “Just come home,” she says again. “I need to talk to you before he gets here.” “Gets there?” I demand. “What do you mean ‘gets there’?” “He’s joining us for dinner,” she says plainly, but with an obvious tinge of anxiety.