Hold On To What You Got Novels & Stories

I exploded. “You waver in your feelings and have no clear understanding of the world. Without your looks and wealth, you’re nothing but a fool!” “Shut up!” Justin shouted, taken aback by my words. He had turned red with anger and glared at me fiercely. I held back my tears, trying to speak as calmly as possible. “The gemstone on this ring is mine, and I want it back. You can keep the band.” Justin turned his head away with a cold grunt. “Fine.”

I wrap my arms around his neck so I can hold on to something, I need strength. "That night I saw you vulnerable, I saw your tears, you were pleading with your eyes, pleading for me to not go and I didn't want to, but my body didn't listen. A sense of peace took over seconds later, I was soon accepting my fate but I couldn't go without saying goodbye." His hold tightens around my waist. " Do you know what's my favourite song? " He shakes his head slightly. He doesn't want to speak because he's all emotional, like me.

Well actually it says dick head. Sighing, I swipe up to answer. “What do you want from me?” “I just want you to give me the chance to explain everything. Will you please hear me out?” “Fine. I am about to head out to get something to eat. Meet me at Olive Garden in 30 minutes.” “Ok. Done. See you then.”

She didn’t just throw threats around for fun. I had to stay ahead of her. I had to find proof before she moved first. Or I wouldn’t survive the next time. Not with her smile waiting to tear me apart. LATER THAT DAY The key felt cold in my hand smooth, metallic, yet somehow heavier than it should be. "Where… did you get this?" I asked slowly, my fingers curling around it like I was gripping a snake that might bite me. Flora and Eliha exchanged a proud glance. Flora raised her chin. "We stole it from Marina."

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

"Good weird. I keep waiting for you to remember the contract and jump to the other end of the couch." Dominic's hand found her ankle, his thumb tracing small circles against her skin. "The contract's in pieces on the coffee table. And even if it wasn't, I'm done running from this." The microwave hummed to life, filling the apartment with the smell of butter and popcorn. Maxwell emerged a few minutes later with an overflowing bowl and dropped into the recliner with practised ease. "Alright, what are we watching? And before you say anything, Ericka, if you pick The Notebook again, I'm leaving."

Rush's breath feel in my ear, "we are going to be better. Every person, every trust comes after you. We promise." "I hope you stick to your words from now on." I responded calmly. I was not angry at them. I knew that believing a person like Hailey would have been instinct to them since they had never even thought she had more feelings towards them than of affection. Though this was going to be my trump card for future. Every time they refused to believe me on something, even when it was, in fact, a lie, I was going to remind them of this time when I kicked their asses.

"You committed a crime; you became an ugly stain on our foreheads. You went off the rails in so many ways." Sonya nonchalantly pulled an unruly strand of curly hair behind her left ear. "I keep forgetting how many years did Robin Hood serve in the Sherwood Forest," she quipped again. "So you admit to cruising into Big Bucket?" Sheryl asked, her milk-white countenance perked up with an aha moment. "I'll only say, we never hung from any wires." Sonya's expression teased Sheryl as much as Sonya's hand teased the string of the tiny black beads on her neck. Sheryl turned to Akram with an arch in her brow.

“Hold these. And no matter what, don’t let them touch.” Brooklyn held the clips, her hands brushing over his purposely and red-hot sparks shot down her arms. Goodness gracious, she loved that feeling. She noticed the small smile slip onto his face before he let go and held his own set of red and black clips. Hunter attached his clasps to some part of his car’s engine before coming over to her and grabbing the clips from her grasp. His hands graciously covered hers as he gripped the clamps, sending more red hot fire straight up her arms.

____ Taylor Swift's Cornelia Street plays from the Bar behind me, and I realize I just walked into the bad parts of Los Angeles, or there's a party here. The song swiftly changes to Afrobeat, and a ghost of smile fleets through me. I keep walking, needing to be out of here, this chaos is not something I currently need. "Heyyo." I hear, and turn back to see a group of men, and women. "Looks like you need this." A blonde guy says, and throws a package at me. I frown, look at it, and freeze, neatly packed coke. I wait, for whatever reaction this action will cause, I wait, most have been minutes, I wait, and nothing happens.