Del James Without You Novels & Stories

All those moments I'd held dear for seven years. I've learned that when heartbreak reaches its peak, the pain in your chest goes numb. All that's left is a hollow, bone-deep emptiness. I turned calmly and walked away with my suitcase. My phone buzzed. It was a message from the wedding planner. [Mr. Duggan, Miss Clayman just confirmed the removal of the photo wall. Also, the vows have been revised with Dylan's input. Are you still certain you want to cancel the wedding?] I stared at the screen, then smiled faintly. I typed back: [Yes.]

Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song. You're the perfect melody, The only harmony I wanna hear. You're my favorite part of me, With you standing next to me, I've got nothing to fear. Without you, I feel broke. Like I'm half of a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song.

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

''You left more than you had to,'' I said to him. ''That's not a problem. You can keep the change. It was nice to meet you, Principessa,'' he says, smiling, and I smile back. He seemed like a nice man. He also left extra money. ..................................... It's 2:00 am and I am exhausted. The club was almost empty, so Claudia and I started to put everything in order, and I went to the dressing room to take my jacket and go home and sleep. I have to find a new job soon or I will die from all this stress of having two jobs.

Damian and his crew settled in not long after, with Eve openly glaring daggers at Amelia, not attempting to hide her resentment. As the venue continued to fill, Jessica leaned over and murmured to Amelia, "Why hasn't Desmond turned up yet?" “No idea. I'll check," Amelia answered, pulling out her phone and dialing Desmond’s number. Once the call ended, Amelia relayed the message. "He's caught up with something and won't make it for now." “Alright," Jessica said with a shrug, letting it go. Honestly, whether Desmond showed up or not made no real difference. Jessica and Amelia could secure everything at the audition without relying on anyone's connections or wealth. It was just a matter of whet

Adrian's voice trembled. "I don't deserve to live. Back then, my sister Emma was already consumed by illness. She chose to leave on her own, afraid I'd drown in the medical debt. All these years, I worked myself to the bone, clawing for money, for connections, doing whatever it took. But in the end, everything came too late. None of it brought her back." He broke down sobbing. "But if you really chose to give up on life, wouldn't that be the biggest slap in the face to her?" I said softly. "What if we tried to find you a heart together?"

Noelle didn't know how she even left the club. Raindrops pelted her, but she felt nothing. All she could think about was the conversation from the private room, which replayed in her mind. Winona Johnson… Whenever that name came up, Noelle couldn't stop shaking. She couldn't understand. Winona had already gone abroad, so why wouldn't she let her go? Why was she hell-bent on destroying her?

"Quit squeezing the same lemon. Also, I'm the second son. If we're going by order, it's not my turn yet." The room fell silent. Everyone knew exactly what Zac's marriage looked like. He and his wife probably wouldn't even recognize each other if they met on the street, and expecting a baby from them was a joke. After successfully ending the topic, Eric spat out the grape skin. "All of you, go do something productive before you make my wife feel awkward." "What's there to feel awkward about? We're not–" Delilah started to explain, but Ophelia tugged her sleeve mid-sentence. "Mom, weren't you going out to catch a show today? I'll go with you."

Chapter 5: Dirty Harry Marissa’s POV Waaaaaahhhhhhh. Waaaaaahhhhh. The sound cut through my dream like a rusty blade. One moment, I was on a yacht off the coast of Amalfi, a waiter named Lorenzo bringing me an Aperol Spritz while the gentle Mediterranean lapped against the hull. The next, I was in a detached house in Fellsdello, staring at the ceiling in the grey pre-dawn light, listening to my youngest son’s lungs operating at full, terrifying capacity.

How could we push the buttons of your life like that until you had nothing left. > I bought this notebook because the silence in this apartment is too loud. I’ll write to you here. I’ll tell you the things I can’t say over a phone line that might show how desperate I want to be with you. I'm trying as much as possible to pay for the sins Cynthia committed against you. The foundation I'm managing brings a much better peace than the Thomas empire ever did. Did I tell you? Drake has a girlfriend named, Louisa. > Today, I realized I don't know how to exist without looking for you in a crowded room. I see a girl with long dark hair and my heart stops, only to shatter when she turns around and isn