Romans & histoires Enhypen Go Big Or Go Home

“Ooh? And where are you going? Your dad and brother won't pick up your calls. They don't want anything to do with you! Maybe, if you came with me, I would consider bringing you back home…” I paused and looked at her again. “Even if I was homeless, I would never consider coming home with you. Dad and Dave won't abandon me,” I replied. I wanted to believe that they were only busy. “Fine! Let's see what you do!“ Mom said, and out of nowhere, appeared some men. They were dressed in black, and they exuded an energetic aura. I began trembling. “Why are you doing this?“ I asked as I looked at Sofia. “Can't you just understand that I don't want to go back home with you?“

For a second, Cayden’s face flashed in my mind—his arms crushing me close, his voice breaking as he said my name. My pulse skipped, but I steadied myself quickly and tucked the memory away where it couldn’t touch me. “No,” I said simply. “I don’t.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Amelia doesn’t know him? Or Sophie doesn’t?” My pulse stumbled. “Neither,” I said firmly. He studied me for a long moment, then smiled again, all warmth and charm. “Good.” The tension snapped. He leaned back, shifting the subject as if nothing had happened. “Anyway, today’s our first day back home after Greece. We should start vlogging again. The channel needs constant updates—we’ve already missed three days.”

I didn’t go back home. Instead, I went straight to another property. It was a small apartment I had bought with my own money, so neither Leo nor the Morgans knew about it. I needed an absolutely quiet environment to plan my next steps. The next day, I received a call from my father. His voice sounded both exhausted and furious. “Nicole, what exactly did you do to Leo? Several of our ongoing partnerships fell through overnight! Every single one of them said Mr. Smith had intervened!

At the party, friends teased us, asking when Rosalie Diaz and I would finally get married. I looked at her, smiling. She said nothing, and stiffly changed the subject. The friend who'd started the teasing glanced at me awkwardly, apology in his eyes. My smile didn't waver. I took a sip of my drink. I've always been a bit of a procrastinator, though not a hopeless one. So I decided to let Rosalie go. And to let myself go, too.

I want to get louder I got to get louder We 'bout to go up baby, up we go We 'bout to go up baby, up we go As a music get fast Siddharth took my hand and spin me around. My is loosened now due to many spinning. We're blowing speakers Our heart a little clearer We 'bout to go up baby, up we go We 'bout to go up baby, up we go

The next day, the trio caught a flight to Merrington. They spent the whole day checking out the place and only thought about dinner in the evening. While they were chowing down, Hugo got a message from his manager. "Hugo, bad news. Summertime Sadness is kicking off in two days, so you need to haul back home pronto and forget about your vacation plans." Hugo was thrown off by that message. He rubbed his eyes to ensure he wasn't mistaken. "Alan, you're not kidding, right? Wasn't Summertime Sadness supposed to kick off after New Year?"

"I know you live far away and can't always come back, but I still want to say this. You haven't been home in a year. No matter how busy you are, come back sometimes and spend time with your grandma, all right?" "She's eighty. She only has you." After hanging up, I cleaned myself up and went to the company. I told Marcus, "I'm almost thirty. According to the community's expectations, I need to go home and meet someone." But before I could even say the word breakup, he gave the ring to Hannah and walked away. I booked my flight within minutes. I had found my original purpose again. My dream, I would fulfill it myself. Maybe my eyes were too calm when I looked at him, because Marcus seemed even

He simply looked patient, useful, present. Ethan locked the phone and threw it onto the bed. Ten minutes later, he picked it up again. The earliest flight to Halewick left the next morning with one connection through Miami. If he booked it now, he could reach the resort before dinner. He imagined arriving before the rehearsal, finding Claire, pulling her aside before Maya could turn it into a public fight. They would talk. She would be angry. Maya would be worse. Ben would look at him like he had disappointed everyone at once. Ethan could handle all of that.

The next morning, Sean canceled all his meetings just to cheer me up. When we pulled up to the city’s most famous rooftop couples’ restaurant, I saw a heart-shaped display made entirely of fresh flowers. I’d tried to book this place so many times before, but Sean had always been too busy with work to come. This time, to win me over, he booked the entire place for us. However, it felt like biting into candy that had long since gone stale—sweet in theory, bitter in reality.

They could barely peel their eyes from her. "Yeah, Eden, we've given you enough time to mope," Lydia chimed in as she snapped a quick selfie and posted it on her I*******m. Within seconds her phone pinged incessantly with notifications from millions of adoring fans. Lydia is a mega-successful YouTuber whose makeup videos have catapulted her to a goddess-like status on the internet.