Del James Without You Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

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.

"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.

“He’ll feel regret, then pain, and then he’ll realize he’s relieved.” “You know him that well?” “I know all weak men,” I said, lifting Adrian from the tub. “They always want everything, but refuse to face any of the consequences.” My phone buzzed. It was a message from my network in Chicago. Don Marco had officially banished Leo from the family. Stripped of his name, all protection, and all support. The reason: causing irreparable damage to the family’s reputation. I stared at the message without emotion. “Jennifer?” Julian noticed my expression.

Don't you think so? "I just got back from a mission and I'm really tired, so stop being unreasonable, okay?" "You know I never do, and I'm not joking," I eventually said. "I'm really leaving you." I really didn't want to argue because my hip really hurt, and hung up and set my phone on mute, closing my eyes as I really didn't care what he would say. - Orion's P.O.V I felt uneasy for some reason after Elara hung up on me, as if I just lost something important.