Del James Without You Novels & Stories

AVA Fridays at WAM weren’t exactly chill, especially not after a leaderboard update. The marketing floor still buzzed with low conversations and side glances at the digital dashboard across the room—Luke’s name still shining at the top, same as yesterday. It wasn’t anything new, but it still hit Ava a little different this time. She hadn’t come this far to play second fiddle, especially not to some guy who seemed to float through the office like he didn’t need to try.

They’re sore and angry, like the rest of me. “Didn’t know you were trying to commit homicide on equipment,” James smirks, tossing a towel my way. “You okay?” “Fine,” I lie. He raises a brow, not buying it. “Out with it.” I hesitate, then ask, “Have you ever seen Princess Clara?”

"I made this pour-over using Mr. Clark's private reserve beans. He told me he's gotten so used to my brewing that nothing else tastes right anymore." She paused and tilted her head at me. "Oh, by the way, Sylvia, Mr. Clark said he's done with instant coffee. You don't need to buy it anymore. He doesn't want to waste money." A few colleagues nearby quietly exchanged looks. Some felt sympathy for me, some watched like they were enjoying a show, and some took pleasure in my misfortune. I lowered my gaze to the lunchbox bag that was sticking halfway out of her dress pocket. It was pink, with floral prints and a bow—the same pattern as the lunchbox in the trash can.

Unfortunately, that belief was shattered the moment Queenie Yates appeared. What once felt like a passionate, all-consuming love in our youth was blown away, dispersed like smoke in the wind. I silently hung up the phone, took off my oxygen mask, and sent Dad a text. "Dad, I've thought it through. I'm willing to marry Joseph Blackwell." He called back almost instantly, his voice full of concern as he asked, "Yvonne, did something happen? You don't have to force yourself for me. As for the Langston brothers…"

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

Georgia exclaimed with a mischievous laugh. "Do you know that Sasha has nothing and no one to turn to now? The Lesters heard about what happened on your wedding day, and all the people who wanted to discuss a marriage alliance with the family have backed out. Mr. Lester's furious. Since he can't use Sasha to establish a marriage alliance, his company is about to go bankrupt. He even kicked her out in anger! "Sasha had no choice but to go looking for Jonah, but Mrs. Alston had frozen all his credit cards and bank account. He's only allowed to stay with his family now. He can't even have a meal outside.

You're not planning to be his side chick, are you? Evan cut in. "Leaving you at the altar was my mistake. But love is love—I never loved you. Eight years or eighty, it won't change. "If the money's not enough, I'll add another hundred grand. Call it compensation for what I did to you." They talked over me. Like I wasn't even there. Then Evan pulled out his phone, tapped a few times—and froze. "You deleted me?" *** I didn't get why he was freaking out.

What's wrong with him? ***

“Yeah, maybe you, really missed me but them? Missing me? I highly doubt it. And you know that I don't want to get back to that hell of a mansion, right?” “Dev I'm begging you, I'll talk to them. I'm sure they can't say no to me. They will allow you to-” “Tsk! Not anymore. Except that I don't want to live in the house of those demons, you know-” Dev's words were interrupted when my ringtone suddenly rang, signaling that someone's calling. ~Without you, I feel broke like I'm half of a whole Without you—~

"What are you?" The lady was quite annoyed with the way Josh addressed her. She clenched her fist but smiled again. "You don't know me, but I can make you happy." Daniel had already passed out. He rested his head on Jessica's shoulder who had also passed out. Josh scanned the lady from head to toe. Her gown was so short that if she crosses her legs, her panty was going to show. Her hedious makeup made her look really scary and she looked so skinny. "I'm not interested." He removed her hands from his arm. He checked the liquor bottle and saw it was empty. He felt disappointed.