I'm A Stick Beside Him Novels & Stories

I blinked, “What?” “I’ll also stick to you like glue." He continued, completely serious, “You won’t get rid of me. I’ll be right behind you, all the time and you won't be able to get rid of me.” I laughed, genuinely amused by his antics. First he says he'll report me and then he says he'll stick to me until I agree to take him in? I kinda liked him but I wasn't ready to agree to that, I can barely take care of myself!

I'm mediately they rushed to us trying to hold me. If you guys need your life, stay out of this. I spat angrily...🤔 TBC. Sorry it short... I had to post for you guys. Who will help Torre bayi

“ you do know when they said there is a rat they mean there may be someone here that wants you dead so you have to be by my side…. All the time” I stop abruptly and turn to face him, “ lead the way” I said rolling my eyes at him . He’s pleased with this win and walks majestically by my side with his hands in his pockets as we head towards where I do not know. **** what was it with everyone in this place and black outfits?

The way he spoke and offered me the stick, felt like the stick was my sword and he was my master and it gave me the impression of a warrior. "I will help you," he encouraged me. My gaze shifted between the stick on his palms and his expression, which was waiting for my response. If I accepted his assistance, he would become closer to me, which I do not want, and if I decline his assistance, people will regard me as a loser. So, what should I do now?

I wanted us to stand side by side as we prepared for a war he must win and a victory I must witness…before dying. “ You are right. ” I mumble and lean back. “ he will be fine. He is not alone, after all. If he is ever in trouble, I am sure…King Striker and King Aleister will have his back. ”

He walked beside me like I was someone he cared about. A soft laugh slipped out of me. “Oh god… I’m really in trouble.”

I replied sadly. "If something is far from your reach, you just need to step up on something to grab it. And if after stepping up you still can't reach it, you have to find a stick or anything that can help you get it," he declared. I stopped walking, and he also stopped. Could it be that he didn’t understand me? Well, I didn't expect him to understand anyway, but it could also mean the reverse that he understood. I stared at him intently, blinking my eyes in rapid succession.

The half-moon shone brighter tonight. “Don’t tell me…” He went pale. He remembered this moment and he was supposed to have a friend next to him. If so, where was he? ‘Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?’ In a frantic, he searched for his partner. It didn’t take him long to realize that the stick next to him wasn’t a mere stick. It was the limbs of his partner. It was due to the lack of light, also their black attire concealed inside the darkness.

A proud smile came onto my lips as he came to stand beside me. I had always known he was brave.

I stared at him in horrified realization. “You’re insane.” “Probably.” He tugged me closer with a flick of his wrist — and I stumbled into his chest. “And you,” he murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from my cheek, “are stuck with me.”