Exo Don T Go Lirik Novels & Stories

Gabriel finally put me down when we got to the parking lot. “What is wrong with you?!” I yelled, my chest rising and falling in union with my thudding heart. “Get in.” Gabriel probed as he opened the car door for me. “I am not going anywhere with you! Haven't you done enough?! You've made it very clear that you don't want me. Why won't you let me move on?!” “Kiara,” “No, no don't try to calm me down! I won't calm down! I won't try to understand anything! I'm so done with letting you get my hopes up, Gabriel! I'm going to get over you, no, I'm already over you —”

Tears spilled down his face at once. "Will you please come home with me, Lydia? I know I was wrong. I regret it now. I didn't know you were the one who saved me. It was all Serena's fault for impersonating you! I've broken her hands and sent her to prison. I avenged you. Please forgive me, okay?" he pleaded. People were shocked to see the once untouchable Don humbling himself to this extent. I remained where I was, calm as if I were looking at a complete stranger. "This is a private exhibition, Mr. La Rosa. Entry is by invitation only."

I tell him, trembling a little. Elliot let go of my hand to hug me, “Come on, no more crying.” he whispers. “Please, let him get out of your head. He’ll never bother you now or ever again.” I tried to take a deep breath calming myself and rest my head on his shoulders. “Why do I always mess things up…” “That’s not what you're supposed to say,” Elliot said as he hugged me tighter. “You have to say: I’m safe and alive; I can finally let everything go that’s been holding me back; I can be free of the monster that won’t get me anymore.”

I thought you said he was a donor. “Kare desu. Kare wa donā desu,” she responds. (It’s him. He’s the donor.) His eyes widen, and she says something else I don’t quite catch. Jaden looks at me, then her, then back at me. He stands and strides toward me. I glance at Ami for a clue, but she seems calm. Is he going to hit me? Should I run? Before I can decide, he’s right in front of me.

He blinked once and then he leaned in but his lips never touched mine, It was like he was only trying to smell me and not taste me. Something about the gesture warmed my stomach. Jaylen turned his attention to Nathan and cleared his throat. His voice was icy enough to freeze the ocean. “Unfortunately, there are certain games I don't like to play. This one is not amusing to me, at all. Tomorrow morning, I would call you and I would need only one answer from you. When I call you, you will tell me that you've signed the necessary papers–” “Fuck you, I don't answer to you! I don't take orders from anyone, let alone my sworn enemy.” Nathan spat in Jaylen's direction, thank goodness he didn't know

They climbed onto the chair together, shoulders touching as their small fingers moved quickly across the keyboard. Luna opened folder after folder, scanning each file—until she suddenly froze. “Leo…” Her voice came out sharp with shock. “That’s him. Look.” Leo leaned in, his eyes widening the moment he saw the screen. For a brief second, neither of them spoke. Then Leo moved fast. He grabbed a mask and pulled it over his nose. “Okay. We can’t let anyone recognize us.” He glanced at her. “We need to go...Put your cap on. Low.”

“You may not know me, but I'm a friend of Mike and Lia.” Renee was interested. “Was it Lia who sent you here?” “Unfortunately not, even though Lia sends her greetings and hopes that you can meet next time.” Dori shrugged. “I was sent by Sean.” Renee frowned, after thinking for a moment, she thought that this man who claimed to be a lawyer looked convincing. She put down the knife and still vigilantly opened the door. “May I come in? You can rest easy, I'm not a bad person.” Dori smiled in a professional style.

I looked up, my gaze cutting through the crowd to land on a face so gaunt and haggard it was barely recognizable. It was Damian. He’d done it. He’d burned every favor and used every dark contact in the underworld to cross the Atlantic and hunt down a classified meeting. He stood in the doorway, chest heaving, his eyes a roadmap of broken red veins. The Great Don of New York looked like a beggar, his eyes filled with a plea that crawled in the dirt. Security moved to intercept him, but he stood there like a hollowed-out puppet, staring at me, his breath hitching.

I closed my eyes, about to jump off a building, when an ill-timed phone ringtone blared. On the other end of the phone came a voice that I couldn't be more familiar with. It was my own voice. "Don't jump, Jack Sterling."

My chest heaved as a war of anger, grief, and betrayal raged inside me. I thought again of Blair's betrayal and her lies. The bitch had played me for a fool, but I couldn't stop my mind from circling back to that treacherous woman. The rage still burned. A thought, cold and sharp, cut through it. "Dig it up," I said, pointing to my daughter's grave. "Don? What did you say?" "My daughter's grave. Dig it up." Luca's face went white. "Don, what are you…" "I want a DNA test," I said, turning to face him. "I want to know if that child was mine."