He Ditched Me 52 Times Novels & Stories

He grabbed my wrist and screamed, "Chris is using you! Once you're drained dry, he'll throw you back onto the streets! Are you really going to debase yourself as another man's plaything just to spite me?" A loud slap echoed in the parking lot. I broke free from his grasp and slapped him across his face. Scarpa clutched his cheek. He was stunned, as if he couldn't believe I had struck him. "You want to know what I really want? Fine. I'll tell you." I stepped closer, my voice brushing his ear. "I was the one who moved the shipment that vanished at the docks five years ago." He froze. "Then, I left a trail so the Feds would chase shadows."

" I could see the hope and longing in his eyes, but it was far too late. I raised my hand, showing him my missing pinky, and I said calmly, "The doctors told me that if I chose to have it reattached back then, I could have recovered, but I refused. Do you know why?" Seeing my severed finger, Sam winced in pain and heartbreak, shaking his head. I continued, "It's because I knew that it wasn't just me severing a finger, but also my love toward you. From the moment I found out the truth, I already decided that no matter in this life or the next, I would leave your side and never look back."

Before the graduation assessment, the academy announces that they are sending five people over to the Stonefang pack to participate in the warrior training there. My childhood friends urge me to go along with them, but since I'm planning to be a healer, I refuse. That is, until Arthur Pickard, the werewolf I've been crushing on for many years, accepts my profession under the moonlight. "Once the training is over, we'll hold a marking ceremony." Because of his promise, I sign my name on the application form. The night before we're supposed to depart, I head over to deliver them some herbs when I hear them talking from outside the door. "Without us with her, will she be okay going to the

My younger sister, Meredith Sinclair, and I marry into two powerful families in Jarville. I marry Huxley Locke, while Meredith marries Irvin Zimmerman. A while ago, their childhood sweetheart, Imogen Sterling, returns. She gets into an argument with Meredith. Irvin loses his temper and shoves her, nearly causing her to miscarry. At the hospital, she throws her arms around me and sobs, "Maeve, I want to leave and raise the baby on my own. He doesn't even know I'm pregnant yet. They're all siding with Imogen. If we stay, we'll only suffer." Thinking of how gentle and doting Huxley is toward Imogen and how distant he is with me, I nod. "Then, let's run away together." We board a fishing b

My boyfriend, Sean Conway, tells me he wants to get married and asks me to wear a wedding dress to the company's annual party. I think he's finally going to propose. So I show up in the most beautiful wedding gown I can find, bouquet in hand, and confess my love to him in front of the entire company. Suddenly, his sweet, innocent-looking secretary, Hannah Sloan, storms over and dumps an entire cup of coffee on me. "You shameless, ugly bitch! Just because you landed a nine-figure deal, you think you can steal my husband? You slut! Keep running your mouth, and I'll shut it for you!" Sean has always been a stickler for the rules, but instead of standing up for me, he accuses me of violating

On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

In 1 second Damian grabbed his hand. Snatched the laptop. Smashed it on the ground. _CRACK_ Ghost pulled out a knife. They fought. SWAT flashed lights. Ghost ran. Toward the stairs. Damian chased. --- _DAY 795: 12:10 AM - THE CHASE_ Stairs. 45 floors. 44... 40... 35... Ghost pulled the fire alarm. Smoke. Screams. Damian grabbed his leg. Both fell. 10th floor. Police surrounded them. Mask came off.

He'd scream, and I'd hold him tighter, and Nyx would howl with him inside my head. 'Faster,' she begged. 'Please, faster.' "I'm going as fast as I can!" Mila shouted when I told her. "If I go any faster, we'll all die in a ditch, and that won't help anyone!" She was right. I knew she was right. I still wanted to scream at her. On the first night, I called Damien. I hadn't heard his voice in five years. I only had the number because he made me memorize it in the car the night I left. Just in case, he said. He picked up on the second ring.

Jacob raised his eyes to look at the man's black clouds to destroy the appearance of the city, nervous straight swallowing saliva. Shit... is finished. What a fucked up life he's had. Did he do something in his previous life that would not be tolerated in heaven and earth, digging up people's ancestral graves? This life to pay the debt ah!!! He originally wanted to move help to save himself in the water, but now ... Why does he feel like he's given himself a death hotline. However, the other party was afraid that his death was not thorough enough, and added a knife, "You tell Liam for me, do not come to bother my Rita again."

My heart dropped as I saw the no signal symbol. A car veered towards me. Its headlights blinded me as it followed the curve of the bend in the road. With nowhere else to go, I leapt off the road and into the woods. I stumbled. The ground rose up to greet me. I hadn’t seen the ditch at the road’s edge; the bright headlights had made everything else look black, with nothing to distinguish tree from road from hole. I fell. Tumbling, my balance gone, a scream lodging itself in my throat, I twisted my ankle as I slammed into the cold, dark ditch.