He's Never Failed Me Yet Novelas e Histórias

" He taps him on the shoulder. They looked at each other with mischief in their eyes. And just like that, I left him, Orion, Alone! Why is it easy for my friends to trust this man? I’m alone with him now! Nixon and Marcus it’s all your fault! "Get your things now and we walk properly.” "Can you please! Just for tonight, be a gentleman and help me?" I proclaim. He pointed to the bottle on our table. “Have you seen those bottles of alcohol? You drink a lot, but you don’t know how to walk straight!”

I will Never Ever Let Her Go. ****** Author ****** The day was indeed the most beautiful for both of them. They were so lost in each other that they didn't notice that a pair of eyes were constantly watching them as his prey. Namit decided to not let her go but who knows what the future holds. He has never been lucky when it comes to love, so will the history repeat itself? Will their love succumb in front of the one whose life's sole motto was to destroy them?

"Is he a ghost?" "That's the word people use when they don't understand what they're seeing." Juno turned from the window. "He's trapped. Bound to this place by something that happened a long time ago. He can't leave, can't die properly, or do anything except exist in this weird in-between state, waiting." "Waiting for what?" "For someone to remember him." Juno moved closer, their voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "For someone to love him enough to set him free, or to stay with him. The rules are fuzzy on that part."

"Mommy!" My chest tightened. I wanted to tell her not to touch me, that I was dirty. A loud thud echoed behind me. I turned and saw that Hanson had collapsed onto the floor. His eyes were red and locked on my body, like he couldn't look away. "M-Melody?" His voice shook, raw and broken. He recognized me. I suddenly remembered something he once told me. No matter what happened, no matter how I looked, he would always recognize me at a glance.

A song that had given me hope and helped me survive until Daniel could rescue me. He began singing as I sat frozen in my seat. His voice was soft and beautiful, hitting each note perfectly as he softly strummed his guitar. “Look into my eyes, you will see, what you mean to me. Search your heart, search your soul, and when you find me there, you’ll search no more. Don’t tell me it’s not worth tryin’ for. You can’t tell me it’s not worth dyin’ for. You know it’s true.” He raised his green eyes and they locked onto me, burning into me as his words spoke into my soul. “Everything I do, I do it for you.”

*Flashback* Third time wasn't the charm so the fourth time had to be right? Well that was what he'd told himself. He was never one to give up so he wasn't going to do that. He was going to keep trying. Besides, Sandra was great. She was nothing like the others. She was confident, she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go for it. She was sassy and took no nonsense. He'd be lying if he'd said he hadn't found that attractive. Not to mention she was easy on the eye too.

He entered the room, his hand casually tucked into a pocket. "Well, I was expecting a warm welcome, but your current state is quite intriguing," he quipped, a mischievous grin adorning his face. His gaze lingered on me, analyzing my demeanor. Internally, I yearned to wipe that grin off his face, but I restrained myself. We've shared a bond since childhood, and our history runs deep. When my father passed away at sixteen, Uncle George stepped in, and Blake and I became inseparable. Despite our contrasts—his lively persona and my preference for solitude—, we've remained best friends.

he had answered. I had no idea that I had jinxed myself. He failed to save me from Sophia's hands. But in truth, my days were already numbered, though I never realized it.

I bite back "Then why haven't you fucked him yet?" Amber-Rose asks "Maybe because I'm a virgin and because I met him Yesterday," I tell her, emphasizing the word 'yesterday', with irritation. "I don't think he just wants to fuck her," Mackenzie tells Amber-Rose, "He would've realised by now, Nadine is not the type for those sorts of things," they discuss I shrugged, agreeing with her when my phone vibrated. Chase: I can pick you up after school

A long silence stretched between us, thick with everything that didn’t need to be said. Then he finally opened his eyes. And even through the flicker of gold still clinging to his irises, even through the pain, they were his. Not twisted. Not distant. His. “I didn’t fail you.” He said hoarsely, but it came out like a question. “No,” I murmured. “You didn’t. You never did.”