Don't Save Her J Cole Novels & Stories

But now I know as much as I know the sun will always rise in the morning… I am back for a reason. There is no way I’m running scared again. Jade and Cole must lose everything they hold close. Then and only then will the true lesson be learned.

I don’t know how yet. But I do know one thing: Jason Cole isn’t going to win. Not this time. Not with her.

She flings her long black hair behind her shoulder with her overdone nails, and gives me a sour expression. I look at Killian who’s looking at me and shrugs, I nod, “Okay, so can I kill her or do I have to play nice and let her keep breathing?” The whole room goes dead silent and everyone is looking at me, some horrified, some stunned, and some amused as hell. Killian shrugs, which she blanches at. Did she think he would care? I mean, geeze talk about a wakeup call, “Leave it to your wolf and what she thinks is deserved for the challenge.”

Jax’s bike screeched to a stop, fury in every move as he yanked off his helmet. His glare landed on Cole first, then on Ashley. “What the hell did I tell you?” Ashley didn’t flinch. She lifted her chin. “If I hadn’t gone, Cole would be dead.” Cole swallowed hard and stepped forward. “She is right. She saved me, Jax.” The anger in Jax’s eyes didn’t go away. Ashley held his gaze. For the first time, she didn’t feel like a burden. She felt like part of the fight.

she finally spoke "Hold on" he told her and turned toward the main field "Yo cole" "What are you doing?" she whispered "Trying to get some help" "No please I did something bad to his lover" she whispered, tugging his shirt. "What's up?" Cole answered "Pass that lifter to me, would you?" "No" Joyce screamed in a whisper "Sure boss" Cole laughed and left "Why would you do that" she hit his arm "To help you remember?" "Here it is" cole said handling the lifter to Kelly. They both began to load it and was done in few minutes, suddenly they heard the crowd murmuring. "Looks like they came here more earlier than we thought" Cole told Kelly.

The room reacted. Cole stood up. He needed to perform. "Who? Selena, name them. I will handle this personally." I let myself smile. I tapped play on my phone. The audio came through the conference-room speakers. Cole's voice was warm, tender. "Vivian. You okay? "Remember? I promised you a romantic New Year's. "This foam rain is for you. Do you like it?" The room went silent. Then the whispers came in like a tide.

" My fingers settled over my lower abdomen. For a moment, I felt lost. The baby mattered? But if a relationship had already cracked, would the baby's arrival still mean anything? While my mind was drifting, a message suddenly popped up on my phone. It was from our college major's group chat. Someone had posted the footage of Stefan rescuing Nadine. "Oh my God, is this what I think it is?" That one message blew up the group. [I knew it! Stefan Adler was always doomed to fall for Nadine Keller!] [Finally! My favorite campus couple is ending up together!] [When's the wedding? I'm ready!] A long string of blessing emojis followed.

I cut her off, gently closing her fingers around the card so she held it tight. "Natasha, listen to me closely. Eight years ago, what you grabbed hold wasn't just some broke guy, but my entire life. What you gave me wasn't 300,000 dollars, but the right to keep on living with my head held high. This isn't me paying off a debt, and it sure as hell isn't charity." I leaned in closer to her, my voice low but carrying an undeniable force. "Consider this a calculated act of greed—one I've been carefully planning for a very long time."

The way she’d end the call and sit in the quiet house, staring at the wall, mentally adding up how many extra shifts at the clinic she’d have to take just to keep the lights on without my scholarship money coming through. She’d never say it out loud, but I knew: she’d been counting on me. To break the cycle. To make all the years of working double jobs, skipping vacations, and scraping by so I could study abroad worth it. And I’d failed her. Not just failed a class. Failed her. The shame burned hotter than the panic. Hotter than the anger at Black and his red ink and that cold, superior look on his face. Jones’s arm came around my shoulders. “Hey. We’ll figure it out. You can retake the clas

“Ok look, I need you to calm down because we need to go get help OK,” “N-No, I can’t leave my brother. What if he dies by the time we get back?” “We can’t do this alone, listen to me, we need to go get help? DO YOU HEAR ME? WE NEED TO GO, GET HELP? NOW SNAP OUT OF IT?” I shouted, gripping her shoulders, shaking her to snap out of it. She looked up at me as her eyes widened, startling me as she screamed. But before I could see who was behind me. Beth and I were grabbed by our necks and lifted into the air.