Exo Stories Novels & Stories

Trying to engage in a conversation. “Yes. Just a bit taller than you.” He smoothened her hair before straightening up. Theo glanced between the four of us. “So…are you guys going home?” “We ordered a ride,” Tessa answered. “It’ll be here in a few minutes.” Theo gestured behind us where an expensive car sat there. A brand new Mercedes Benz. “I’m heading that way anyway. I can drop you off if you’d like.” “No it’s fine we can-“

A thick stream of blood spilled onto the pavement. I stared, unable to look away, as more blood seeped from its nostrils before slowly escaping from the corners of its eyes. It was far darker than it should have been, almost black against the concrete, and every instinct I’d developed after years in emergency medicine told me I was looking at something that shouldn’t have been possible. “Naomi?” Emma’s voice cut through the silence. “Talk to me. What’s happening?” Emma’s voice crackled through the phone. “Naomi? Talk to me. What’s happening?”

Drops of the summer rain that had been forecast began to fall, wetting us, but never calming our fervor. His hand, which had slid up my stomach, brushed my breast, making my head spin with anticipation at the thought of him squeezing there. When Marcos did, filling his hand with my breast, a moan escaped before I could hold it back. He continued to tease my now-sensitive nipple while trailing kisses down my neck, driving me to madness. “Come on, Joshua!” I heard Bianca shout from a distance. It was like a snap, pulling me back from Neverland to the adult world, showing how crazy we were for letting this happen.

Anna was focused on stuffing popcorn into her mouth while scrolling through her phone, and I was savoring my second glass of wine, feeling it warm me from the inside out. “I still can’t wrap my head around this,” Anna muttered through a mouthful of popcorn. “You. Living in his apartment. It’s like some twisted rom-com plot.” She paused, then grinned mischievously. “Except—wait a minute—plot twist! The exes don’t end up killing each other.” “Not yet,” I replied, swirling my wine thoughtfully in the glass. Anna snorted. “You say that, but if you were truly unhappy, you’d be calling me daily to complain. You only brought it up now, which tells me something.”

Diane replied, but she knew how silly that excuse sounded. “Hmm … in my opinion, it is better not to take any chances. Men are dogs, and I should know, because I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak and betrayal from them over the years. I wouldn't trust any man, no matter how good he seems to be.” Nicole told Diane, joy bubbling within her. Let Diane also feel the pain of knowing that the man she loved had an interest in another woman.

Chapter 43: Are You Jealous? Jaxon Wolff I sat on the edge of the bed, the soft vibration of my phone on the nightstand pulling me out of my restless thoughts. It was a message from Natalie, her name flashing on the screen. The message was simple, "Jaxon, I want to talk about yesterday. I feel awful about everything, and I just need to get it off my chest."

Daisy’s POV “Where am I?” I asked, my voice trembling as I looked around the strange room. The walls were soft gray, and the bedspread was a gentle pastel. I blinked slowly, trying to clear the fog in my mind. “What happened to me?” I whispered aloud, trying to remember. I recalled being at Moxy, laughing with friends and drinking with abandon. Then suddenly, everything went dark. I remembered feeling dizzy, men closing in, and a loud commotion—a fight. My memories came in broken pieces, like a puzzle with too many missing parts. But one part was clear: there was a guy, and then the door opened in a flash, catching me off guard.

If I call them, they will give me one excuse or the other, stupid creatures! My journey has just begun!

"You're most likely correct. Lately, life has become a bit more extravagant. When Annie finally looked up, she closed the menu and arched a brow. "More? Attempt to overwhelm. You're right in the center of a soap opera, in my opinion, with Tyler portraying a jealous ex, Caleb's spectacular reappearance, and this mystery surrounding the love letter. I looked at her with a grudging smile and sighed, a weight weighing on me. "You're not incorrect." She gestured for the waiter to take our order, which was a bottle of a powerful, deep-red beverage.

I felt my cheeks redden and burn up and I took a sip of my drink to distract myself. We stayed there longer than expected, talking about everything and nothing. He even told me a story about his first business and how it almost failed. “You almost failed?” I asked in surprise. “Spectacularly and woefully,” he said. “That is so hard to imagine.” “It should not be. Nobody gets everything right the first time.” “True, I hear you,” I said. As we finished eating, Adrian signaled at the waiter for the bill. “You do realize I am supposed to fight you for the bill now,” I said.