Dear Ex Do I Know You Novels & Stories

This is Jaxon! The man I have known, the man that knows how to turn my life around, “okay…” I surrendered, I have no other choice. I saw the smirk appear on his face before he is lips brushed through mine, saw the smug smile but I didn’t care at this point… I wanted him… the whole of him.

I exhaled shakily and reached for my phone before I could overthink it. I scrolled down my contacts list until I found his name. Lucas. For a moment, I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the screen. Then, before I could change my mind, I started typing. The moment I hit send, my heart pounded so hard it felt like it would break through my ribcage. It was reckless. Stupid. I should have just let it be. But I had to. I had to know if Lucas still… if he still cared. If he still thought of me.

he explained, looking directly into my eyes. I couldn’t help but smile softly and tease him a little, "Oh, is that so, Mr. Musk?" My smile grew as I felt a flutter of excitement. "Yes, it sure is," he replied with a grin. "So how do we do this… What’s it called again? Oh, yes… the good luck hug." I blinked my lashes and bit my lip, both nervous and excited.

“Are you drunk?” I burped. “I think so.” She laughed harder. “I love you.” “I love you too.” “No.” I grinned at my own reflection. “I love you more.” “You're definitely drunk.” “I only had one drink.” “You're a lightweight.” “I am not.” “You absolutely are.” I leaned against the sink. “I miss you.” “Tell me where you are” she said. I smirked “w-what, are you going to come get me?” She sighed “exactly, so tell me…. Where are you?”

The man I knew was still in there, fighting to surface. “Kayla,” he said quietly, almost in disbelief. “I keep seeing you in my dreams.” My heart clenched. “Because I’m real.” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “They told me you were part of an experiment. That you were dangerous.” “Do I look dangerous to you?” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Please, Damien. Look at me. You loved me once.” He hesitated. Then he reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed my cheek. The contact was enough to make my breath hitch, my entire body shivering with a thousand memories.

Max knows that I don't like mystery but I had answered my phone without looking and now I was paying the price indirectly. " Oh I have to hand it to you El you are so smart . How long would you think it would take me to figure out that you had an ace up your sleeve." I realised who I was talking to and my heart sank . Of all the exes I've ever had why did I have to get Dexter as an ex. He's crazy. this guy doesn't know when to stop even when he has a family wife and beautiful baby girl. Why can't he leave me the hell alone?

She read the message, and her breath caught in her throat. Sarah stared at the message sent to her, her curiosity suddenly turned into a mixture of anger and sadness. It reads, 'I can't believe you are such a gold digger, Sarah! This was your plan all along? To ditch me, leave me in disgrace at the altar, and go after the president because he's loaded, isn't he?' Sarah gritted her teeth in fury as she read the message further. 'You are such a cheap slut, but I promise you, Sarah, that I won't go down without a fight! Be on your best guard because tonight, I'm giving you the biggest surprise of your life...!'

DEAR ME Dear me, I'm confused again, Don't even know why. I'm being pressured again, Can't stand it anymore. Do this, do that. "Stay strong, don't fall. Don't fail, make me proud. Be a good child." Hammered into my head, Each and every time, Till I lose all sense of reasoning, And wander away. Dear me, am I making sense? Or just rambling like a madman? I look in the mirror,

He bit out, causing me to flinch. His words enraged me. How dare he? My brows furrowed while I tried to control my temper. “Then, you also have no business eating my mouth. We are nothing, Noah Hunter. You are my ex. And that means you are someone whose presence in my life has expired.”

she exclaimed, her voice masked in uncertainty. How could she not know what I was talking about? She should know, right? Or was she pretending? Could she truly be unaware of what I was saying? That’s impossible—my mind couldn’t be playing tricks on me. “Don’t give me that crap! You know exactly what I’m talking about. I have done nothing but love you. I live my life every day to please you, to make sure you're comfortable, and this is how you repay me? With deceit?” I snapped, already at my breaking point.