Don't Save Her J Cole Novels & Stories

For a moment, I just wanted to have this bliss because after that I was going to shatter her dreams and it will hurt us both. . . A. Gupta Have you checked out my new book HATING MY BODYGUARD! (on Dreamé àpp) Give it a chance, hope you like it ♡ . What's going to happen next, what's Cole going to do?? Quick Question: Do you remember who made his grand entry to save the day when Skull had the brothers??

My little sister Celine was six years old when hunters caught her. They kept her in a silver cage for three days. By the time our parents found her, the damage was done. She came home with seizures and PTSD. The healer said any loud noise, strong smell, or sudden stress could trigger an episode and put her life at risk. So my entire life was rearranged around her silence. I learned to walk quietly, speak quietly, cry quietly, so that nothing about me would ever reach her. Whenever I broke down from the exhaustion of it, my parents would hold my face in their hands and say the same thing. "You're the strong one, Iris. This family needs you to be strong. Can you keep this to yourself, just unt

What the hell did you do? She fired back fast: [None of your business.] I read those four words and smiled. Brenda'd read too many mafia romance novels. Thought every rich, handsome guy with power was stupid. When Joseph pulled her out of that riot, she fell hard. Started digging into him, picturing some epic love story with a Don. Then she ran into him again at the restaurant, went up to thank him—and found out the only reason he'd saved her was because she reminded him of Maria when she was young.

“She doesn’t need to.” “She does if you want to know if we can trust her,” Joey replied, his voice steady, precise. “If she heard the wrong thing, we have a problem.” The words froze my blood. Damage. Problem. I wanted to disappear. “I didn’t hear much,” I said quickly. “Just talk about the Morettis, and something about balance, and-” Joey’s eyes didn’t blink. “And?”

"What rumors?" "That the woman Damien Cole threw away is smarter than anyone realized." Before Aria could respond, an organizer approached. "We're ready." Showtime. --- Cole Group presented first. As expected, Damien delivered flawlessly. Every statistic. Every projection. Every answer. Confident. Precise. The investors seemed impressed. When the presentation ended, applause filled the room. Damien returned to his seat. Then Hart Atelier's turn arrived. The lights dimmed. Aria stepped onto the stage.

“That’s bullshit.” I met her gaze, cold and unblinking. “Watch your mouth.” She didn’t flinch. “I like her.” That threw me. “You haven’t even met her properly,” I said. “I don’t need to,” she replied. “I’ve seen the way you look when her name comes up. You don’t look at women like that.” Jax exhaled through his nose. “Cole.” I turned on him. “I didn’t bring her here. I didn’t involve her in club business. I didn’t promise shit.”

So I went to the one place where I know she can get high peacefully. I drove us to the lake, where the bonfire was held, but no one really goes here that much. I was actually supposed to spend a few hours here, if it weren’t for fucking Tristan. “You’re not gonna rape me, are you?” She asks me. “No, I’m not going to, but if I had left you alone at that stupid party, you would have been,” I answer. I was startled by her question, but the ire that I’m feeling right now is too much, I have to let it out somehow.

“If I can learn more about younger me—who I was, how I felt, the choices I was making—maybe I can change her. Maybe I can set her on the right path so that none of this happens.” Apollo’s expression softened. “You mean… change your own fate?” I nodded. “Yes. Because if I don’t, I might still go to jail. My life might still fall apart. I might still end up as her—the Mia who lost everything.” He was quiet for a moment, then nodded in understanding. “That’s a good plan, Mia. It won’t be easy, but if you play this right, you won’t just save Emma. You’ll save yourself, too.”

I refuse to say the answer even in thought but I think I know who it is and it isn't HER, the love of my life. I lean my head in my hands. I'm so f-cked but I'm also way too excited for the next time. I'm an addict and her pussy is cocaine. I'm already thinking of how long I have to wait before I can pounce again. I wasn't gentle and she was tight as f-ck, she might need a few days. In the meantime, I'll have to watch her walk around work in her tight pencil skirts and silk blouses. I never cared what she wore or watched her before, but now it's going to be a struggle.

Another text: Dad: Don’t make the same mistakes I did. That one lands like a punch. I drop the phone onto the bed. “Great,” I mutter. “One more damn thing.” Cole watches me carefully. “You gonna tell him?” “No.” “You gonna fix this?” “I don’t even know what ‘this’ is.” “Yes, you do,” he says quietly. “You just don’t want to say her name.” Silence stretches between us. “She’s not a one-and-done girl,” Cole adds. “I know.” “Then why did you whip your dick out for her?”