Don T Save Her Novels & Stories

“Don't let her go, not if she’s the one.” Don't let her go. He didn't intend to, he just didn't know how to stop her from walking out of his life forever.

My chest heaved uncontrollably as I motioned and nudged my heart which was beating erratically. “I’ll say it…” I proclaimed and looked down at Donovan who was still seated in his chair like a force to be reckoned with. His leg was crossed over the other and his face displayed a bemused smirk. It doesn’t matter, I’ll say it to him if that’s what it takes to save a life! I bit the inside of my mouth and voiced. “The moral of tonight is that no one touches what is yours… and I am…yours” “Good girl”

The day Lily Bianchi returned from abroad, the Don Dario Moretti threw a street race in her honor. She was the woman he valued most. He ordered me to race, even though my old injuries hadn't healed. The wound on my arm tore open, and I lost control of the steering wheel. The car slammed head-on into a boulder. Pain ripped through me. When Dario drove past, he instinctively slowed down for a moment. Lily, riding shotgun, immediately rested a hand on Dario's shoulder. "Dario, why on earth did Lucia crash into the mountainside? Is it because you let me ride with you? She got jealous and hurt herself just to get your attention." Dario scoffed. "Nobody help her. She'll live. "Anyone who takes her

It was like she wanted to go. “We didn’t learn much.” Damian sighed. “We learned one thing. She is being used still, and she doesn’t want to be. We have to find a way to save her, too.” “You have to save everyone. Who saves you?” Damian asked as he twirled my chair around so I was facing him. “You get that pleasure.” I smiled as him as he pulled me in for a kiss. “It is a pleasure indeed.” Damian muttered into my lips. “There is a lock on the door and a couch…”

I moved to where she was tied up. “And I'll settle it by sending him your dead bodies first” “Don, please” She cried “I have no business whatsoever with whatever it is that went down between you two. I don't wanna be caught in the middle” “But you already are” “I’m only one of Salvatore's girls, I don’t—” “You only fuck him, so you don't know shit, yeah, I get it” “I'll do anything, Don, just don't kill me, please” More tears streamed down her face

Her legs were closed, but they were spread open by someone. Soon... No. Who could save her... ‘Damon, would you come save me? Damon…’

They thought that this was an attempt to save herself. As selfish as it sounded, it was an attempt to save herself, she ought to think of Chadrick. She's the only person he has right now and there's no way things would be normal with her disappearance. If there's anything that she has learned while trying to keep her eyes open, because the moment she closes them, there's no way she's not going to the land of no return. The boss. The Don is a scary man. The emptiness in his eyes the day they shared eye contact reminded her of the cold winter. She hasn't always favored the winter season.

My heart stops beating for a moment. "Are you guys okay? Are you alone?" I ask calmly. Only God knows how I feel about your well-being and the dot. "I am fine... oh, we're fine. And Kisha is with me" he says. "Kisha?" I have to check if I heard or understood wrong. Granger, do not lose what little patience you have left. "She saved us" If what Clark said didn't make sense, this makes even less sense. "Was she the one who killed Damon Donovan?" I question. This is the only viable way Kisha could have saved Elena.

“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.

She should be happy after witnessing my this state right? My eyes started closing and the rising pain almost made me groan louder. " Chris please bring the first aid kit, a sharp knife and do arrangement for hot water and some fire. I need to bring that bullet out of him. Hurry." She directed to him and then sat next to me unbuttoning my shirt. I felt her fingers brushing near my wound. Why the fuck she was trying to save my life? I was the one to kill her parents and boyfriend. She is saving my life? Why?