I Know Who Wants To Take Me Home Novels & Stories

I can't stop my body from shaking, making my chains rattle and the sound of them rattling just annoying me. "It's gonna be ok ella, mommy and daddy are going to be here soon and they are going to take away the pain" grandma says as i continue to sniffle. I can't stop myself from letting out a loud sob as I slouch down the wall. We pull up to the house ready to attack, I'm getting my family back. We all move out of cars, almost in sync, we all split up into the groups assigned, the few men that were on the first floor we take out fast, but now we must be on high alert because whoever else is here has been alerted of our presence.

My fingers curled once at my side. I stood there a second too long, just long enough for the feeling to settle properly this time. Then I let out a slow breath. No phone. No purse. No cards. All I’d wanted was one uninterrupted night with my husband. “He left?” Michael had followed me out into the corridor. His voice stayed careful, like he already knew the answer. I nodded once. Something tightened briefly in his expression. “I’ll take you home.” I didn’t argue. --- The city passed outside the car window in pieces. Neither of us said much.

TAKEN fifteen Marcus worried nervously. He wasn't sure how he would tell Stella he wanted to leave home. He just got back from wherever he went to and he was not going to work today, what other explanation could he give if he didn't want to reveal his fitness practice to her. He paced the room three times beating his legs continuously. Stella sat with her phone as she watched her husband in disarray. He was casually dressed to go out but he looked bothered about telling her where.

I repeated myself softly, but loud enough for the entire hall to hear, "Take off the watch." Her expression changed at once. Panic flickered in her eyes—an intensity I had never seen before. "What do you mean? You know what this watch means to me," she said. "I know." I released her hand and took out a document I had prepared long before today. "And because I know, I want a divorce." She stared at me, stunned, then looked at the document labeled "Divorce Agreement". Her body trembled. "Jayden, say that again." "I said I want a divorce. All because of that watch."

I held my breath, trying to understand the texts on the screen I was viewing. “If you want to know who your real biological parents are, come to the abandoned warehouse on 4th Street alone at 8:00 PM tonight. Do not tell Cassian Virell.” I stared at the screen, my fingers trembling so badly that I almost dropped the device. My mind immediately raced back to the hallway outside Cassian's private study. I remembered standing frozen outside the door, listening to Marcus tell Cassian that my orphanage files had been deliberately erased and that I wasn't an orphan at all.

"I know you live far away and can't always come back, but I still want to say this. You haven't been home in a year. No matter how busy you are, come back sometimes and spend time with your grandma, all right?" "She's eighty. She only has you." After hanging up, I cleaned myself up and went to the company. I told Marcus, "I'm almost thirty. According to the community's expectations, I need to go home and meet someone." But before I could even say the word breakup, he gave the ring to Hannah and walked away. I booked my flight within minutes. I had found my original purpose again. My dream, I would fulfill it myself. Maybe my eyes were too calm when I looked at him, because Marcus seemed even

He propped himself up on one elbow. "I'm just a bit worried about something." "Tell me." "I'm sorry you had to see all of that tonight." He put his hand on mine. "Whatever you're thinking, just say it." I looked at him for a moment. He meant it. He always meant it. "You might not like what I'm about to say." "Say it anyway, Skylar. What's on your mind?" I took a breath. "Zane. I want to go back to Jason's house."

Instead, she clicks on the minimized page below her desktop and the word document envelopes the screen. Just as she is about to start editing, the intro to 'Dua Lipa's Levitating' blasts out in the serene apartment. Charlie blushes as Bulky looks up from the page he's been focused on for the past ten minutes. A blank look makes Charlie apologize lowly and grab her phone from the center table. "Jordan." She answers curtly. "Hello, I'm calling from Scotland and I'd like to ask if there's a certain Blurin Jameson in your residence?" A thickly accented voice queries.

my father says. "Aiden." I raise my hand. I feel the code. "I’m home," I say. "And I’m burning it all down." I pull the trigger.