He's Never Failed Me Yet Novels & Stories

His eyes burned with annoyance, but I kept failing to remember the situation with how he posed so beautifully. My hands itched for my camera and I had to remind myself that now wasn't the time. "Never," he spat. "That's impossible. It's never happened to me. Ever. Ever. It has never failed me. I'm always fucking prepared. I've been hard ever since I was in the womb-" "No, ew don't say that-" "So what the fuck happened?" He continued anyway.

I failed. I fucking failed. There is always a first time for everything; failure has never been a part of my life. I have never uttered the words "I have failed" before today. I'm a fucking perfectionist. I like to plan my life, my day, and my future; he was never supposed to be a part of this a big fucking part. I was officially fucked. I promised myself. I fucking promised myself that I won't ever make a man my weakness. I won't follow in my father's footsteps. I won't let anyone control me with a pussy or ass but I failed myself.

Hadn't I? ***

"So what if we had a few hiccups before? There's always tomorrow and the day after and the day after! We have plenty of time to make mistakes and fail each other, but the fact is that I'm never gonna give up on you! You already know that so come to me. Come here. I need you.”

You can’t decline him. But he is just like that when in terms of things like this, I mean when it is about my safety. But he won’t insist on what he likes when it comes to the career I wanted to take. “Good. Take care~ see you after 5 months. Update me when you have time okay? Your brother loves you” he said then he ended up the call.

"You should snap out of it. He's not worth it." Ocean_Ten

we never see him again. **************************************************************************************************** **************************************************

“I’ve never stooped that low. Trying to kill me? This sloppy little trap—what is this, an insult? No backup, no tricks. Just me. And that’s all I need.” ***

Darian's eyes met mine while stroking his cock slowly. I froze. I couldn’t speak. "I can help with that," he continued. "I uh... I am... not tense," I stuttered. "You can either stand there staring or you can come closer... your call," he said, and then let out a loud moan, increasing the speed of his strokes. Shit!

His voice trembled when he finally spoke. “Amelia… Hazel… I—” He swallowed hard, tears stinging his eyes, real or fake, none could tell. “I know I promised. God knows I promised. But yet again… yet again, I didn’t make it.” His head dropped, his voice breaking. “I knew I was supposed to be there. I knew I was supposed to stand beside you, Hazel, to give that speech for you, to let everyone know how proud I am of you. But I failed. I failed again.” His words hung in the air, heavy, raw.