Don T You Worry Now Song Novels & Stories

" Don't worry, I will be here. With you." ****************

“Do you even realize who you’re dealing with?” Damian smirked, his expression bold and fearless. “You can’t hurt me, Adrian. You can’t.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Get him out of here,” he ordered the security team. Then he raised his voice for everyone else. “And all of you, get back to work.” As if his words were a command from God Himself, everyone scattered like smoke in the wind, shoving their phones back into their pockets, avoiding eye contact, and pretending like nothing had happened.

🎶🎶🎶 In a world where everybody hates a happy ending story It's a wonder love can make the world go round But don't let it bring you down, And turn your face into a frown You'll get along with a little prayer and a song ( Too doo doo…) 🎶🎶🎶 The people are all with him, as if there is a concert. My hand also swayed, because that's what the people around us were doing while singing with him. But all I could hear was his voice. My heart is restless especially when he can't take his gaze away from me. 🎶🎶🎶 Let me hear you sing it ( Too doo doo,) 🎶🎶🎶 I'm really lucky with this man. 🎶🎶🎶 Let me hear you sing it ( Too doo doo,) 🎶🎶🎶

I said worryingly “Soon, very soon”

At least there was one worry off of my shoulders for now. For now.

Sadly, I lost her attention again. On the station that I found, ‘Papa Don’t Preach’ by Madonna song played, and with my hands tapping the steering wheel, I began bobbing my head to the rhythm. I continued to pursue additional reactions from her, so I cranked up the volume to see if she would complain. I did not know the words of the song but the chorus was catchy so I caught on real quick and sang along: “Papa don't preach I'm in trouble deep Papa don't preach, I've been losing sleep

I was clutching my stomach, looking as if I might collapse at any moment. Elliot stared at the screen, and suddenly, his eyes burned. He reached out, wanting to touch my delicate face on the screen, only to grasp nothing but air. The next second, Chelsea bounded up beside him, tugging at his sleeve. "Elliot, snap out of it! It's time to go on stage." His mind still in disarray, Elliot let her drag him onto the stage. Up there, the host wasted no time bringing up the rumors between Elliot and Chelsea. Chelsea, all smiles, answered every question coyly as if she were basking in the attention.

“Harper and I broke up over two weeks ago, Mr. and Mrs. Langley. I spoke with Harper a few days ago and made everything clear. We won’t be getting back together.” Harper swayed slightly and looked at me with eyes filled with anguish. “Jayden…” At my words, Susan looked a little anxious. “Jayden, did Harper do something to hurt you?” she asked in concern. Paul did not speak, but he shot Harper a glare. Some of the tension in my chest eased, and I shook my head. “You should ask her yourselves when you get back, Mr. and Mrs. Langley.” After saying that, I hesitated momentarily before getting up and heading to my room. I returned with a wedding invitation and handed it to them.

I set my phone to Do Not Disturb and went over to the temple. I was back to my solitary life. I did not know how much I missed it. But it was odd being back around other assistants. They treated me too delicately. They seemed to avoid the subject of love or death all together. It was getting too frustrating so one day I asked. "Alright, spit it out. Why have you all been acting like I would break at any moment?" I asked and they hesitated. "We are worried about triggering you. We heard you husband died," one of them said and I paused, recalling I had infact told one of them over the phone that.

Because while they want to protect me, I couldn’t live with myself if I lost them because of me. This is the end of Book one Can’t you hear me now. Please share this story with your friends. I’m working on a second book with new point of views. Things are going to get crazy.