I Need U Novels & Stories

fuck. I typed again.. ME: I really need you.. can we talk.. my feelings are all over the place and I need you please.. I love you Kathy ❤

Sorry for the typo Enjoy reading All I Ever Need - Austin Mahone 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 In front of me, human—. Human, who I want to see and don't want to see. Staring at each other for more than 30 seconds. 4 years, four fucking years!

"Huh? Why my phone, I'm sure that you have your phone with you right now. Can't you call him through your phone?" "well, Hahaha…Did you not see his angry face a while ago? I'm sure as hell that he is currently angry at me and he won't answer my calls if I call him using my phone so lend me yours now or you can call him yourself here. Tell him that you need him to do something back at the banquet kitchen or something like that"

Karma is a damn fucking bitch! I want you! I need you in my life! I miss you so much! I love you, Anita! I want to see my babies! Anita! Please come back to me! I'm begging you! Please! Please come back to me! I'm incomplete without you baby! I need you so much, Anita! I need you!

The first kid I want to ever get is from you. " I can never give you lily " I scoff " you see, you don't need to whine me. I know you want me in your bed. ". I raise my palm to stop him from talking " I miss your dick too since Natalie and Matt wouldn't let me rest. The thing is that you can have me, we could go to an hotel right now and fuck me all you want but it won't change a thing. I am just someone you come to when u have just suffered an heartbreak or when you are horny and you are too lazy to meet up with one of your sluts.---"

I know you're different, and I love you just the way you are. I am sorry that you went through the trouble of changing your hair. You can change it back if it makes you happy or comfortable. Please do not walk away from me. I've been through so much pain before, and I can't go through it again. I won't be able to bear it. Just the thought of losing you is depressing. Please, Ivy, forgive me, for the sake of the love you feel for me in your heart. Give me another chance. Please don't kick me out of your life. I can't imagine my life without you."

"We have to give your dad a chance to get to know you, he must be very sad without us and we will do it little by little, you will give mom strength." When I wake up the next morning, I text Gabriel. I have thought it over and I don't want to be without you, I can't eat, sleep or stop crying, sleeping at night without you is not nice...do you want to come for us the baby and I miss you… (Ultrasound of the baby). That's how my morning starts, waiting for Gabriel to lose control and come for us.

Now, I consider myself lucky that you're yelling at me because I know you're alive beside me. -I understand, but I don't want this! -What don't you want? To stay with me? To have me by your side? Do you really think I'll believe that you don't love me anymore? -I love you, but I need space, and with you around dictating everything, I can't. -Then what do you want me to do? -Let me go? I'll stay with a friend; I won't be alone. We'll see each other, but not as often because I'll start working.

“Because I loved you.” The world stopped. She froze, the admission shocking her. She knew he liked her and she liked him too but love? But wait… he said “loved” meaning it was in the past. With a new found courage, Ava dared to ask. “And now?” Silence again. This time, Ava's cheeks burned as Luke stared at her, his expression unreadable. She immediately wanted to take the question back, feeling stupid. “I’m sorry,” she blurted, her voice shaking. “That was stupid. I shouldn’t have asked. I just.. I mean, after everything, I shouldn’t expect—”

The notes of Umbrella play in the room, while Rihanna's melodious voice reminds me of the promise my brother and I have. David is calling me. My vision becomes blurry from that simple fact and my urge to pick up the phone becomes my reason for living. I try to move quickly, but the pain in my body reminds me that's not possible. The call ends, but my urge to pick up the phone doesn't go away. 'If he called me, it's because he can and wants to talk to me.' I remind myself as motivation not to give up. The umbrella notes are heard again and my limited movement makes me despair.