I Can't Let You Go Novels & Stories

Like I said before my day can never go well without having to face difficulty. I should get ready to see my beloved Alpha, #sarcasm.

Where had she gone? "Where are you? Why did you leave me? Why???? How can I leave without you? He rejected you but I didn't. How could you leave? You were my friend, my soul, the one who made me think I could do anything. No matter what people think about me.

“I also know who she is.” Her gaze flicked to me with something like sympathy. My heartbeat steadily, the anger I felt was giving me a strange sense of clarity. “I am leaving,” I said. Vanessa whirled back. “You are not going anywhere. I will not let you walk out after humiliating my son, my family, and now me. You have done enough damage.” “You have no idea what your son has done,” I replied. “Maybe ask him about his trip. Ask him who he went with.”

If I went with them, I knew that I wouldn't be able to make it in time for the entrance exams tomorrow! "I'm not going!" I yelled. "Let go of me!" "Alicia! You're coming with us even if I have to drag you there myself!" Tyson didn't care about my protests and forcefully dragged me off with him.

“I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.” I folded my arms, fury barely holding back the flicker of something softer. “The last time we spoke, I told you to stay away from me.” His mouth tightened. “And I tried. But I couldn’t.” The ache in his voice rattled me more than I wanted to admit. I rolled my eyes, turning on my heel. “Don’t follow me again, Cayden. Whatever you think you’re doing—it isn’t helping. It’s creepy.” My heels struck hard against the pavement as I stormed off, refusing to glance back.

Heart… please, give way to the man willing to provide us with the world. I don’t know if this relationship will work… or crash and burn like the last one. But for now, you need to stop bleeding for the wrong man you once thought was your forever.

I yanked it out, swinging my legs over the bed. “What are you doing?” the doctor demanded, stepping closer. “I need to go,” I said, choking back the sobs threatening to escape. “You’re not in any condition to leave.” His hand closed gently around my wrist. “Let go of me!” My voice cracked, but I didn’t care. He didn’t budge, his grip firm but careful. “My job is to make sure my patients don’t harm themselves.” “You don’t understand,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “Everything’s falling apart, I need to fix this.”

Connor would rot away the rest of his blind life in prison. I knew I had only moments left before I had to leave him, so I whispered in his ear, "I hope that in my next life, I will never meet someone like you again." I watched as a tear slid down his cheek. Perhaps he had heard me or could sense my presence somehow. No matter. None of that mattered anymore. I could finally move on.

In his eyes, I should obey his every word and return to him when he crooked his finger. I stared at him in despair. He hadn't changed at all. I was just blind all along. I brought all this on myself. He stepped closer to me as I backed away. Eventually, I was backed up to the wall. I slid to my knees. "Mr. Chapman, I'm sorry. Please have mercy on me and let me go. I wish you and Ms. Tatcher a wonderful wedding and a happy life. I won't bother you in the future." He stared at me in shock. "What are you talking about, Summer?"

“Don’t tell me to let it go! You don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to want someone so bad that you can’t breathe without them. I can’t just let it go.” He stood up suddenly, his face hardening. “Well, maybe you should. Maybe it’s time for you to get your head straight, because right now, you’re just spiraling out of control.” “I’m not spiraling!” I yelled, standing up too, the anger building inside me. “I’m not just gonna let him walk away like it’s nothing!” He sighed, his voice softer now. “Sage, you’re better than this. Stop doing this to yourself. Let him go. If he really cared about you, he wouldn’t have walked away so easily. So, stop torturing yourself over someone who’s