Gotta Go Novels & Stories

Go. I went.

“I gotta go. Later.” I turned and hurried off.

I should just go. “Mate.”

I don't want yo‍u to be afra‍i‌d of me. Pack a‍ bag. We‌ are going to the cottage in the Hamptons. It’s a holiday. No sec⁠urity,‍ no staf‌f, no Bl⁠ackwood b⁠usiness. Jus‍t us. We lea⁠ve at noon. Don't be l‍ate. L.⁠

“I just signed something important. But come on, we deserve to celebrate. Let’s go shopping.” Lyra gasped. “Shopping? Already?” “Yes,” Mira said, standing up. “It’s been months since I did something for myself. Besides, I missed walking through the city.” Her father chuckled. “You two go and have fun. You deserve it.” Her mother nodded in agreement. “Buy yourself something beautiful, Mira. It’s a new beginning.” Mira hugged her parents, then took Lyra’s hand. “Let’s go get ready , sis.” The drive to the city took about an hour. The car moved smoothly through the glass towers and tree-lined streets of Ravenswood City, a place known for its luxury and elegance.

Shane's POV The itinerary had Ayla's name printed on it. It was a one-way flight to Heathcourt Airport in Lonia, Bretia, and it had been printed three months ago. I suddenly began to have difficulty breathing. Three months ago, I had brought Ruth back home for dinner for the first time. Unusually, Ayla had not cooked that night and had said that she was working overtime. At the time, I had said scornfully, "With that lousy job of yours, would working overtime make any difference?"

“A ride? Look at how dirty you are. How dare you even ask? “I have OCD. Don’t touch my bottom line!” After that, she couldn’t be bothered to give me another look. She supported Mark and left directly. Before leaving, she threw out one sentence. “Hurry up and clean yourself. Don’t embarrass me!”

] I laughed out loud. "Marco," I said, still grinning, "someone just told me I'm a broke nobody. What should I do?" He smiled, totally unfazed, and handed me all his bank cards. "Babe, you saved my life. Everything I have? It's yours." Right as I was about to say something back, the clock struck midnight. My phone lit up and started buzzing like crazy. It was Dario. I picked up. On the other end—pure panic.

Since you're disabled, there's no way you'll actually become the next Alpha of the pack. The entire venue was so silent you could hear a pin drop. No one could believe what they heard. Mortified, Theodore and Vivian ordered some werewolves to forcibly drag their son off of the platform. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting, Blaise? Shut up!" they yelled. Then, they flashed my parents an awkward smile and said, "Blaise is drunk. I'll have someone send him back to his room immediately." "I'm not drunk!" Blaise screamed before dashing toward Ethan in a deranged manner.