He Ditched Me 52 Times Novels & Stories

One of them poked at his earbud, and his eyes locked right on us, finger pointing in our direction. “Aw, crap. Run!” I yelled, already shoving Mike forward before he could argue. We didn’t bother taking the street; there was no way we’d make it five steps before getting snatched. We went up and over a pile of rusted shipping crates; my hands got torn on the metal. We dropped down the other side, landing in a drainage ditch that smelled of garbage and god-knows-what-else. The stench hit me, but it was better than bullets.

The pressure of the trapped water inside the pipe slammed against the loosened iron frame, forcing the gate to jerk upward six inches with a loud, rusty shriek. The current caught me. The massive rush of water shot me through the gap like a stone from a slingshot. My shoulders scraped the iron bars, tearing through my shirt, and then I was out, tumbling into the shallow mud of the lower valley ditch. I rolled onto my back, coughing up gallons of freezing, foul water. "Vivienne!" Clara threw her body over my chest, her wet face burying into my neck. "Up! Now!" Martha roared, grabbing my arm and hauling me out of the ditch.

But for the first time, I wasn't sure if I wanted to escape. Mikhail POV I leaned against the counter in the kitchen, a glass of whiskey in my hand. The silence of the penthouse was a stark contrast to the chaos of the past few days. Damon stood across from me, his expression grim. " What do you mean you lost Justin? Is there someone helping him?" I asked, trying not to raise my voice and show my frustration. " I had him followed to a bus station, but he vanished before our men could apprehend him. It's like he has vanished into thin air." Damon reported.

"Mamma... if his data drops to zero... I won't have a foundation left to map." "He won't drop to zero," I snarled through my chapped, bleeding lips, my tears turning to bitter steam against my cheeks as Kemi violently threw both of us down into the dark, reinforced concrete mouth of the subterranean drainage chute. "Because the frontier doesn't forget its blood." CRACK-BOOM.

In the end, his voice—and his presence—vanished beyond VIVA's glittering doors. I picked up a fresh glass of champagne. Cathy and I exchanged a smile and clinked glasses softly. "Cheers." To the youth I had lost, and to the brand-new future ahead.

AFTER FIVE YEARS******** FLASHBACK BEFORE ABDUCTION OF VIRANICA BY MARCELLO AURTHUR▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ ♡VIRANICA POV♡ these five years changed everything in my life I lost each and every hope in my life I don't know how many times I attempted suicide even yesterday I attempted suicide whenever I remember mom or prince I don't wants to live any longer I hope atleast now I will die

I stood alone in this wilderness truck stop, reeking of gasoline and filled with strange, burly men. A heavy-duty truck roared past me, kicking up dust that made my eyes sting. I spoke into the phone, asking, "Roman, are you sure you're not coming back to get me?" He was silent for a few seconds before his tone turned somewhat agitated. "Can you not make such a big deal out of this?" "It's not like we left you behind on purpose." "You're a mature adult. Can't you just hitch a ride over by yourself?"

Daniel chased the car for ten frantic yards, shouting my name into the dark night air, before he stumbled on the sharp gravel and stopped, watching my taillights vanish into the darkness I spun the wheel, blasted through the open iron gates of Greenwich, and tore onto the main highway, sobbing so hard I could barely see the white lines on the road.

I throw the chair towards the window-smashing both the window and the chair. She doesn’t want me. I should’ve known that this was some twisted game that the Goddess is making me play. I am not good enough to have a second mate. She probably knows of everything I have done and she hates me. I sit on the floor looking out of the window and my mind flys to eleven years ago. Eleven years ago *FLASHBACK*

12. Second Mate This chapter is dedicated to JESSICA BETH TOLLADY. Thank you for your support. I appreciate it a ton <3 12. Second Mate The pain intensified with time, making any escape attempt seem futile. Jumping from this height would surely result in broken bones. As my heart pounded violently, a strange sensation gripped me—a tug, as if something was being ripped apart inside me. I attempted to recall anything from my studies that could explain what was going on. Still, the pain in my body made it difficult for me to go down memory lane.