Novel & Cerita Don't Let Her Stay Book

She said as if a snake was wrapped around her neck, suffocating. She didn't bother to sit; she leant against the bookshelf with her arms below her bust. I said, closing the book and stood up. “Should we see a movie?” She suggested “No, I wouldn't stay for too long.” I had contraband.

Then the book in her hand. She flinched, shrinking under his stare. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice was low and deadly. "Did you ask before reading the book—?" "You wouldn’t have let me. I know you wouldn’t. I found a book in my wall, of course I wanted to read it!" she snapped, though she backed away. "You should mind your damn business. If I wanted people reading it, I’d have left it on your fucking table. I kept it hidden for a reason."

“Tell me he’s not… mine.” The words taste bitter in my mouth, foreign and wrong. But even as I say them, something deep in my chest purrs with satisfaction, and I hate that reaction more than anything else. She sets the book down carefully, marking her place with a ribbon before closing the cover. The deliberate slowness of the gesture makes me want to scream. “Why do you think I kept you out of the woods?” she asks, her voice as level as always. “That’s not an answer.”

she said. Then she turned and left, disappearing into the darkness as quietly as she had come. I stared at the book for a long moment. What is wrong with this woman?

Except for her. I walk out. She doesn’t look up when I stop at her desk. She’s reading, highlighting, making notes. Like she’s been here for years. Like she belongs. “Go home, Dana,” I say. She keeps reading. “No.” “This isn’t your apartment.” “So unless you’re firing me, I’m staying.” She say. “You want me to fire you?” She looks up then. Eyes sharp. “Do you?” “You don’t get to stay here just to punish me,” I say.

Real. She closed it. He said: "That is all." She said: "That is the most accurate version." He said: "Yes." She said: "The small book is for accuracy." He said: "The letters are for everything else." She said: "Yes." She put the small book back in her pocket. She looked at the gate. She said: "I am going to run the northwest approach." He said: "I know." She said: "You can come."

She even dropped the book on the table and pushed it towards me. The title of the book was ‘Lights that don’t flicker’. I haven’t even asked her one question about this book. I only enjoyed one of her books while we were still getting to know each other. I don’t know what this would look like. “And if I don’t?” What is she going to do if I don’t agree to her request?

“That's the last thing I'd do. I'd better stay home in my warm blanket and flip through the pages of the new book I'm reading.” ``No wayyyy. No way I'm letting you do that.Youcouldliterallylive your whole life reading books. How cool is that? But guess what.” “What?” “I'm not letting you stay here. You're coming with me.”She turned and picked a pair of my shoes I threw angrily. “What's the worst thing you can do?” Iteased. The highest she could do was probably deny me her enchanted cookies, but she wouldn't do that, would she? “I'll deny you my cookies.

Once more, she cautiously left the room by tiptoeing and shutting the door. “The record book.” She thought for a moment and got up from the couch when she recalled what Nathan mentioned, "I would lose it soon—she must be sent to get it. What will I do about that book? I can't let Nathan have it…” She stood up and marched to the bed, staring at Don's face as he slept peacefully. "I am his mate, and my presence soothes his wolf. That must be why he hardly ever has nightmares again." A smile tore her lips apart.

And nothing will ever change that. END OF BOOK TWO: DON'T LEAVE