Don T Let Me Go By Harry Styles の小説・ストーリー

His clothes were in tatters, stained with dark red blood. One of the other women from the compound passed by and asked about it out of curiosity. Mom pursed her lips. "This useless stud had the nerve to drug me and make me lose the baby, so I'm teaching him a lesson. If he weren't so easy on the eyes, I would've sold him off already."

but no matter how much I tried his fingers around my neck, did me know Justice. “ Tell me my love.’’ his voice drips with sarcasm. He presses himself further against me. we are practically glued to each other at this moment. “P..pl..pleae s.stop. Someone …might come.’’ He only chuckles at the statement. As if he was finding some kind of amusement to my statement and my struggle.I was going to die if he didn't let me go right now. “ Oh love, you forget how much power I have.” What's that even supposed to mean?

Throwing caution to the wind and living wildly. He couldn’t just afford to throw his life's work away. “I don't like her.” He replied grimly. “It was just a one-time thing and I want it to die with immediate effect.” “Oh, another Ciara.” Donnie hummed. Coincidentally, he tilted his head and saw an old classmate of theirs. She was at a spot, drinking alone and looking around. She had beautiful strawberry blonde hair, alluring hazel eyes, and lush pink lips.

I don’t want to make her worry more by not eating. I sighed. I guess it’s time to stop wallowing inside my bedroom and live on with my life with a broken heart. I opened my phone and there Pietro’s face is gone. I’ve changed my screen wallpapers to black, the color that represents what I now feel. “Can I borrow one of your dress instead?” I asked Letizia without looking at her. “Why? You already have a lot of dress.” Letizia asked, looking so crossed. “I hate my dresses,” I muttered, my head downcast. “Donate it all to charity or sell them or whatever.”

Please, don't let me go. Tbc…

I could smell the storm coming—sharp, metallic, the same scent that filled the air before everything broke apart. He stopped near the fountain, his back turned to me. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. “Arden,” I whispered, “you’re scaring me.” He didn’t turn around. The wind stirred the loose strands of my hair. For a long moment, all I could hear was the trickle of water and the pounding of my heart. Then he spoke. “I can’t do this.” The words hung between us, fragile and final. I frowned. “What do you mean? You can’t—”

“You look—” “Don’t.” The word landed like a blade on the table. She stepped fully into the room, letting the door swing behind her, her chin lifted despite everything, despite the heat still radiating off her skin, despite the flyaways, despite arriving twenty minutes too late to a battle she’d already lost. “Where is the committee?” “Gone.” Her jaw flexed. “The contract—” “Signed.” I watched it hit her. Watched her absorb it the way Daisy absorbed everything she refused to let break her — a single controlled breath, a slight stillness, a recalibration so fast most people would miss it.

All they wanted was for me to do well in my examinations and make them proud. I had to go and sit for my entrance exams tomorrow, by hook or by crook. Nothing was going to stop me. I refused to let Tyson ruin my life again. I had to find a way to get off this mountain! As the thought crossed my mind, I pushed Tyson away with all my might and said, "I'm going back down!" "No way. We'll only let you go back down after we've found Belle." Just as soon as he was done speaking, the sky turned dark as ominous clouds gathered overhead. It looked like there was going to be a storm coming.

"Let me go." "Let you go?" he echoed, amused. He released me so suddenly I stumbled, catching myself against the wall like it could somehow protect me. "Fine. If that’s what you want, my sweet blonde." He smirked. "As for forcing you… I’d love to say I regret it, but that’d be a lie. I don’t regret it at all. In fact, I’d happily do it again." "Are you insane? Once was more than enough for me! And you’re supposed to stay faithful to the woman you’re about to marry!"

"You were way too good at it. You knew how to haggle with the photographer when we took our engagement photos. When we picked out rings, you knew how to buy a cheap backup set for the ceremony in case they got lost. "Even this morning, when we left to go to City Hall, you didn't even need to look up what to wear. You knew exactly what to do." The more he talked, the darker his expression became. "Everything you did just screamed that I was marrying someone else's used goods. I'm not okay with that, Sophie." Tears blurred my vision. I couldn't see him clearly anymore, but I heard every word loud and clear. He went on, "But I love you. Since you were married to Jack for a year, I get to screw