I'm Not Done With You Yet Novels & Stories

Namit ****** I went back to my mansion last night leaving Sama with our family but couldn't sleep because of her not being beside me. I knew she must not have been able to sleep without me too. I was missing her and to my disappointment, she took a leave from the office today.

That's what she wants and not how hard he can fuck Fiona. “Listen to me Scorpion, Fiona must not die. If you keep drilling her after the marathon sex over the night, she would die. Just submit the recording and leave her alone!” Jeniva yelled angrily, totally forgetting the fact that she's in a public place. After she tried to talk to Scorpion over and over and the rascal was not listening, she gave up. There's just nothing she can do now. She's given them part payment and expected to complete it when the job is done and the recording submitted. So, she'll sit back and await whatever is the outcome.

just good that I'm here now and you're not …exactly because of that ...are only a few minutes left ... do that, I love you guys and I'll get back to you as soon as I've landed … See you later

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

I’m not done with you yet. One. Darkness. But not death. Not yet. Not ever, if I had anything to say about it.

When the bullet train tickets to Kellmore went on sale, Elaine Hartwell did what she always did and booked two, one for herself and one for Bradley Collier. She turned to me once the order went through. "Leo, did you get your ticket yet?" I froze for a moment. On the screen, her seat and Bradley's were right next to each other. By the time I checked, the only seats left on that train were in the next carriage. I stared at the seat number and almost laughed, as something inside me clicked. From weekend trips out of Portmill to college move-in day, it was always the same. The three of us traveled together, but they were always a pair, and I was always the one trailing behind. Not long af

I-I just responded' "Yes, yes I know. Just let me do this for now.. You don't know how much I waited for this"

She is lost in a notebook where she is making a list of names for the baby and well I haven't made mine yet, but I'm about to do it because now it's easier than before. "Eat your oatmeal, it's kind of cold." I plop down next to her on the bed because I don't want to leave the house today, I plan to go to the company tomorrow and hang out with Fabian, because I haven't had time for my friend in a long time. "It's still hot." "No, I tasted it and it's natural." "I can still see the smoke coming out of it." I stare at the plate and see nothing. "That's a lie, you just want it to cool down so you can eat it later."

You should probably go sleep then and let me rest. "You know what, I don't even care anymore, you do want you want." "I will!"

They had protected her while forcing me to apologize. Now, they were finally holding me. However, I didn't want them anymore. Slowly, I pried his fingers away one by one. "Hunter, it's not that you can't live without me. You just can't accept that the person who had always waited for you finally stopped waiting."