He Won T Leave Me Alone Novels & Stories

“Oh yeah. If you run away again, I'll declare your competition with Harvey forfeit, PERIOD, with additional punishment tacked on for good measure. Don't fool yourself into thinking you'll be able to graduate on time.” He's totally screwing with both my future and my mental health. “Um, I'm not gonna run away or anything, so I'm okay on my own. I mean, I'm always alone, anyway. I'm totally fine on my own. I can't relax if I'm not on my own.” “Don't say such lonely things. I want to go with you." he gave a sudden

The photo was of a hospital bed, and the caption read, "Came back all alone for treatment. How sad." The guests began to whisper about the groom suddenly running away from his own wedding when my brother, Alvin Chilton, stepped forward. "Joy, you've always been strong, so I know you can handle this alone. Gwen needs me more than you right now." With that, he was out the door as well. Both of them had deserted me for the same woman. I tried calling Theodore's phone, but it remained unreachable. Soon, I noticed that Gwen had updated her social media account again.

I just want to get out of here. With a firm but gentle push, I manage to free my wrist from his grasp. I storm out without saying a word, leaving him standing there, his eyes wide with disappointment and regret.

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

The cries of outrage were deafening. "Scumbag! Beast! He's heartless after everything Ms. Walsh has been through!" I could hear her crying over the phone, broken and desperate. "Jayden… do we really have to go this far?" I chuckled, ensuring my voice carried over the din. "Of course. We're not just divorcing. I will reclaim every property, stock, and fund I ever gave you. Not a single cent will remain. From now on, we will go our separate ways."

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn't move. "You need to listen to me," He pleaded, but I shook my head. "I don't need anything from you. I don't want anything from you. Just leave me alone," I said, my voice rising with each word. "I can't leave you alone," He snarled. "Yes, you can. It's easy. Just leave me alone. You've done it before; I'm sure you can do it again," I said. "You are my mate. I can't leave you alone, even if I wanted to, okay? Do you understand? I can't leave you alone!" He yelled

Why didn't you leave me alone? "Since I know it, I can’t leave you alone. I can’t let you run all over the street, pounce on other men. No matter what, you are going to go insane because of alcohol. It's not like we haven't slept together before. It's better to sleep with me than sleep with someone caught casually on the street." She scratched her forehead in embarrassment.

I’m not stupid enough to believe we could ever go back. “Maybe I just don’t know what’s good for me when it comes to you. I don’t know when to leave it alone.” His hand comes to push a stray hair from my face, something he’s done a thousand times before, but it never felt as unbearable as it is now. I turn my face, so his hand falls away. Unable to stand it. “You need to leave it alone. Leave me alone to get on with my life.” I swallow down the tears, so close to breaking.

On me! "I need them, Chrisanna", his heavy whisper shudders me. It's more terrifying than yelling. "No. You don't", I look straight into his eyes and step closer, cupping his face. His skin is burning hot. "You don't need them. You heard me?" "Leave me alone, please", he groans, trying to shove my hands as lightly as possible but I hold him tightly. "You don't have to be alone. I won't leave you alone"

“Please, just leave me alone.” Again, he says nothing. Hell, he’s not even looking at me, keeping his gaze firmly over my shoulder. These are my last few moments alone. Who knows what will come next. I don’t want these last moments to be in his presence. Wanting him to go away, I spin around and give him my back. What can he do to me that hasn’t already been done, anyway? It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. “Is that any way to talk to your big brother?”