Don't Save Her J Cole Novels & Stories

Maybe it was because I thought of the woman I was in my past life, the one who blindly threw herself into love. Blind love made women foolish and insecure. By the time I finished breakfast and returned to my room, I noticed I had over a dozen missed calls, most of them from Chris. I didn't bother to call back, deliberately ignoring them. Just as I was about to put my phone down and head to the library, I received an Instagram follow request. "Hi, gorgeous. Do you remember me? I'm Drake, the one who danced with you." I opened the message and saw his profile picture. He had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. He looked youthful and energetic, more like a sports star than a serious Alpha. I

The first thing she said was, "I’m back." A world without Soren Vantrell. But with her 28 years and the rest of her life ahead. Perhaps the meaning of repetition was never about bringing the dead back to life, but about allowing the living to finally let go.

Maverick was sobbing like his world just collapsed. Kinda rich, honestly. What was this? Some last-minute act? He was the one who called me a liar. Now he's putting on a show—like anyone's buying it. I felt nothing. Just wanted to be done and gone. Connor slammed him against the wall. "She died like that because of you. You could've saved her." If the cops hadn't stepped in, Maverick wouldn't have made it out in one piece.

I tried to fight my way out of his grip, but he picked me up and placed me back on the counter. “Away from here, away from people who judge me and make me feel like shit.” he placed his hand on my cheek, making me look up to him. “The only person making you feel like shit and judging you, is you.” He said with a soft voice. “Please don’t” “What? Telling you the truth?” “No, trying to get some kind of humanity out of me. I’m a lost cause. Don’t try to save me, the only person who can do that, died while she told me over the phone she loves me and a gunshot silent her before I could tell her I love her back.”

“Until she won’t acknowledges her addiction, giving her money, taking care of her debts is just wrong.” A few minutes later, a knock sounded at the door. Their food had arrived, but, after Alec’s speech, the last thing Sunny wanted to do was eat. She booted up the old Xbox they’d managed to keep running all these years, put in their favorite co-op shooting game, and settled in for a night of blowing things apart. In the morning, she’d go talk to this Karlsen guy and maybe, just maybe, suck it up and take the money before he changed his mind.

Cole stated seriously. "Bro, I already did. I know she's special to you. Just let me get even and then I'll stay away from her." Jake stated determined to take revenge. "I won't let you hurt her." Cole stated. "Fine, one month and I am done. I'll stay away from her." "What the hell are you planning to do? Make her fall in love with you and dump her like a hot potato? That's just childish." "I was still thinking of what to do but thanks for the advice."

Jade grinned at me and rested her hands on her hips. Cole turned his fucking grin my way. “You don’t have to pretend, Adonis. Heard you saved a hot chick at Spence's night out at that fucking bar. And you drove her home to her place.” He winked. “How hot was the sex? Did she show her appreciation real good?” Jade guffawed at his words, his head was thrown back. I leveled the both of them down with a dead stare, slowly putting on my gloves. If Cole kept on being Cole, I might actually help him keep his mouth shut for once with a nice, friendly punch.

"Are you okay? Did any of it touch you?" "No," she said, her voice shaking. "You got her. You saw her before I even knew she was there." I pulled her into my chest. I didn't care who was watching. I held her tight, my chin resting on the top of her head. The anger in me was slowly turning into a protective heat. I had saved her. Again. We got back to the compound an hour later. Cole was devastated. He felt guilty that his "fame" had put Raven in danger. Dominic was already on the phone, making sure the girl stayed in jail.

His red wine splattered the leather satchel I held against my chest. The dark liquid soaked through the ritual parchment Joel had drawn for me. It was the first protective charm Joel had painstakingly prepared for the Stratton family. “Oops. I’m sorry, Ethan. It was an accident.” Mason apologized, but there was a smug grin on his face. I looked at him quietly. Ted waved his hand dismissively. “Enough. It’s just a ragged old satchel and some worthless scribbles. What’s the big deal? Let’s get something straight, Ethan. This is the Stratton home, not your occult shack. I want you to put away all that bogus psychic nonsense!”

A woman who looked half out of her mind rushed onto the stage and stabbed Joan several times. "You heartless doctor! You killed my son! Give me my son back!" The scene instantly descended into chaos. I stood there watching coldly as sirens filled the air. Ned held Joan in his arms, covered in blood, and screamed at me, "Cynthia, please save Joan!" Joan was unconscious when they rushed her to the hospital. Other doctors and I worked to save her. She had lost too much blood, and the blood bank happened to be out of her blood type.