He Ditched Me 52 Times Novels & Stories

Zyran appeared on my other side, and looked between them, two beautiful disasters who would happily burn the world down if it meant the other didn’t get to touch me first and felt my stomach sink. Five days. No Dax. No Riven. No escape. I was so fucked. And it was not in a fun way!

Ice. I laughed once, walked back in, called it off. Then I ripped up the dress I'd worn fifty-two freaking times. Time to shred those five years, too.

"Flynn." "I'm here." Thankfully, I made a different choice. Thankfully, in this life, we didn't miss each other.

And later, I let myself fall for him. "Claire... promise me, will you? I want to see you." Aaron's voice pulled me back to the present, a warm flutter rising in my chest. Time had passed so fast. Five years... I had loved him all that time. Alright. Let everything return to its starting point. Where it began, it should end. I whispered, "Fine. See you then." Before I could hang up, a soft, trembling voice came through the line. "Aaron... I'm not feeling so good..."

"No man will accept a woman who gets dumped in public! And you—sharp-tongued, narrow-minded—no one will ever tolerate you the way I did!" I tightened my grip around the bouquet, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill. "We have nothing to do with each other now. My life is none of your concern." With the guests gasping around us, I walked toward Gordon Hunt, who was on the verge of bankruptcy. "Gordon," I said, "would you still be willing to be my fiancé… and the main character of today's event?"

My willpower is never so strong, but I have to escape this hell hole one way or another. Jamie was now standing over the ditch. I could still see his hard bulge , and fear rumbled in my stomach. “Tada!” He jumped into the ditch, smirking and smiling. “Argh!!” I screamed in a high pitched tone, punching his groin again, but this time with my hands. “Fuck!!” He cussed, doubling over. I jumped out of the ditch, and I took to my heels again. Maybe Jamie being very horny is what would save me. The closer I got to the end of the woods, the close Jamie got to me.

He didn't even try to dodge the falling debris. His lips shaped three words. Once, they meant everything. From him, they just made me sick. Nolan went down with the game, buried under the rubble. All that was left—bright red blood and a fallen wedding ring, stained with it. I looked down at my ring finger. I left the ring— and walked away. I restarted the game. Rebuilt it with new funding. Five years later, it launched. It blew up. One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch.

A large ditch. Deep. Dark. And very wide. But by then, it was already too late to avoid falling into it. A gasp escaped my mouth as I stumbled forward, my arms flying wildly into the air while my body tipped toward the empty space. I braced myself for the fall. But before I could plunge into the darkness below, something suddenly grabbed my waist. A strong hand with long nails. In one swift movement, I was lifted away from the ditch as if I weighed nothing at all. The grip around my waist was tight but careful, almost gentle, as if whoever held me was afraid of hurting me.

"Did you ever get to twenty?" "Once." He picked up another stone, didn't throw it. "Twenty-three hops. Perfect conditions. Flat water, right angle, luck. I looked up, expecting—" he laughed, broken, "—expecting what? A car? Her voice? Something that would make the number mean something?" "What happened?" "Nothing." He threw the stone. One hop. It caught an edge, sank immediately. "Nothing happened. She was still gone. The number didn't matter. I stopped coming after that."

We played a game of 'Guess the Person' during my son's birthday party, and when my seven-year-old son, Micah Grant, picked a card, he said, "This person is very old, ugly, and has a bad temper." My husband, Emery Grant, gave this some thought and added, "This person is also possessive, and it's suffocating to be with this person." My mother-in-law nodded. "This person is unpresentable and always ruins the mood." I kept trying to guess who it could be. "Is it a villain from a television show? Or an annoying relative from someone's family?" Micah burst out laughing and shouted the answer, "Mom is so stupid! We were describing you!" Everyone laughed, and I was the first person eliminated f