I Know Who Wants To Take Me Home Novels & Stories

“Oh, is that for me?” I ask. “Steph we're going home, now!” Brady demands. “You can go home Brady. Mr. Bartender here is going to take care of my problem.” I grin. “No, he's not. You're going home, now, our home!” He orders.

I suggest " Like SIA better" She says with a smile " Sia it's then" I say " Where are you taking me to Mr?" She ask curious " Home" I say with my eyes on fixated on the road " To my parents?" She ask " No, to my place" I say simply " I don't want to go to your house, mother says to never follow strangers" She says " But we are friends, aren't we?" I ask and she nods with a smile

Go far away to a place I won't see you Please I know if I should go home today I'll have my way I don't even want to think about it I took my phone and called Belinda. Explained everything to her She will understand She always do I begged her to tell mom to have them dismissed She knows me well and knows what might happen to Blue. She reluctantly agreed to it. I told her I wouldn't come home till they've gone. She agreed to it. I was partially happy. I'll miss you Blue I'll miss you I hope when I see you again, I'll be a changed man then

Brake asked as his brows furrowed and his jaw tightened, his eyes squinting. “Not second chance mate.” “Fuck…” I said and jumped out of the truck. “I need to bring you home,” “I don’t want to go home, I just want to forget about my pains and I don’t want anyone to be hurt and that home had all that bad energy. Brake, sink your fangs in me, so I could with you.” His eyes bulge, “Claimed me.”

He bailed because he didn’t want to take me home today? “But you will take me back to Quarry Pack?” I ask, my anxiety spiking. I don’t actually want to be anywhere else right now. I like his rough hand cradling mine while I stand on top of a table like I’m a bold female who’s never obsessively worried about exposure, bolt holes, and escape routes. But in order to breathe, I need to know I could go.

Dad wiped my tears gently. When I got to Dad's car, I stopped short, cause there was someone else inside. "Alice, meet my right hand, Beta Noah," my dad said. Feeling awkward, I got into the car and said hello to him, "Hi, I'm Alice." Noah smiled to put me at ease, "Nice to meet you. Alpha King talks about you all the time. You look even prettier than in the photos." My dad always kept a photo of mine with him.

I don't want to be driven by longing; sometimes when I'm overwhelmed with the desire to meet my sister, I end up wanting to go home. I rose from my position and saved one unused blood bag. Actually, I could finish three blood bags at once, but I'm trying to reduce it, you could say it's a blood diet, lol. ** My steps felt unsteady as I headed to my room. After the peace of mind I gained from the blood, now my heart is restless again thinking about Dylan. Actually, I didn't want to go home, but my body no longer allows me to endure. I certainly don't want to endanger them, especially Dylan.

Julian retorted, "You don't know anything either, do you?" Gabriella fell speechless. She sipped her coffee and fell silent for a few seconds. "I want to go back." Julian shook his head and said, "It's useless for you to return now." Gabriella said, "I know." But she wanted to return to tease Henry mercilessly at the detention center. … Back at home, Gabriella lay on her bed. She was tossing and turning as she couldn't sleep. To her surprise, Maverick was telling the truth.

Standing at the doorway, I gathered myself and asked, "You're Isaiah? And who's she?" Isaiah glanced at me and answered indifferently, "This is my fiancée, Deborah. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" My blood boiled at his words. So this was the person who had stolen my identity and even my house. I leveled his cold gaze and stated calmly, "This is my house." Isaiah laughed. "What nonsense are you spouting? This is the house Mr. Larson bought for Debbie." "I am Deborah!" I exclaimed frustratedly.

I hung my head in shame. "But I don't have the money to pay you back." The blond guy and his friends froze for a moment, staring at me like I was stupid. "You don't have to pay. Just have dinner with us, and I'll give you the money for your ticket right after." It only took one meal to earn enough to return home. The thought made my heart leap. I wanted to go back so badly. Last week, Grandma had gone out of her way to call me from the corner store in the village.