I Tell Her Call Me Rocky Novels & Stories

And as of this moment, it wants out. “So you don't want to go out with me? It's okay, I'll be going on my own. After all, I don't have any friends I can go out with," she says, trying to blackmail me emotionally. She actually has a lot of friends. Perks of being the Alpha's daughter but she always calls them fake friends. “Besides it's been ages since we last went out," she continues

she mumbled, "it might make you less grumpy." Sighing I hesitantly laid down, turning my head to face her. "What the fuck were you doing in the club with a Royal?” I asked her, no hesitation. She sighed and looked at me square in the eye, “you mean Louis? I was working.” “Didn’t look like it,” I snapped back and instantly regretted it when she quirked her eyebrow, always challenging me. “Didn’t know that you were my boyfriend Alpha.” Sighing I turned my head to the sky. It was quiet out here. All I could hear was the wind in the forest, small animals and her deep breaths. It was peaceful.

' It was getting annoying, so I blocked her contact number. Then, she called me with another number, asking, "Hello. Is this Noah Page?" I should have hung up the moment I recognized her voice. However, when I heard the sob in it, I paused. "Noah, I've learned my lesson. What I did to you is unfair, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let Aidan seduce me. There's nothing serious between us, I swear. I was only with him for the excitement. You're the only man I want."

, She asked. Dawn raise her brows. "Then is it Ethan?", She asked. "Almost there" Dawn rolled her eyes. "If it is about that dude, I don't want to guess. Anything about him can make you happy", Dawn said. " Well, check this out", Rosa said showing off the sparkling stone on her middle finger. Dawn eyes widen. "What the.. what the...Don't tell me!", Dawn was not expecting this at all. Rosa smiled smugly.

She handed me one of the bottles and settled down on the couch opposite the one I was sitting on. A small awkward silence fell between us as we both silently took sips of our beers without a word. On my third sip, I cleared my throat to say something, but Kristal beat me to it. "Have you called him to let him know about your travel plans?" she asked in a voice too soft it almost passed for a whisper. "No I haven't told him yet" I answered "am not sure he would actually pick my call though" "So you are just going to ambush him then?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

At the end of his story, he would put the teddy bear by her pillow and say softly but firmly, “I’m the same as this bear and will always protect you. I won’t ever hurt you. You’ll always be the most important person to me.” Delight flashed in Melea’s eyes, but she soon looked down. “You’re definitely just saying that to make me happy.” “I’m not. Let’s make a pinky promise.” “Okay. If you actually hurt me in the future, I won’t talk to you anymore!” Tears fell from his eyes, and Samuel looked at the woman before him. But she had started walking down the mountain. “Melea!” Melea paused for a moment, but she did not turn back.

Alia trying to tell everything to her sister but she don't want because already Sara have so much problems so she don't want to tell her. (Next day in zayn's company) Employee : sir reports Zayn : leave it here, you can go now. Then someone called Zayn and blackmailing him , that person is Rocky... Rocky : Zayn Zayn Zayn... Do you remember me? Zayn : who are you? Rocky : too bad you don't even remember me... I'm Rocky.... Zayn : Rocky....??? Zayn shocked after heard his voice in phone.

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? "Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports. He blinked, confused. “Uhn?” I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.” He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose. A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.

Tessa said casually, “Some things, you just have to get an answer for. You can’t avoid her forever. And even if she doesn’t remember, so what? Just get to know her all over again.” After a pause, Rocky suddenly brightened. “You’re right! Even if she forgot, even if she doesn’t recognize me—so what? I’ll just start over. Yes, exactly!” Tessa shook her head and laughed. “Still the same—like a child. Alright, it’s getting late. Skip the drinks and go home to rest.” Although she knew full well that in his current state, Rocky probably wouldn’t be able to sleep. Sure enough, Rocky wobbled to his feet from the stone steps, just about to speak—when someone rushed over, face pale. “Young master! Som

My wife, Stella Bentley, was a talented artist who had always been emotionally distant. It took me five long years to finally make her my wife. To be with her, I turned my back on my parents and my family, giving up everything I had to follow her to Varenne. During the day, I washed dishes in the kitchen of a fine dining restaurant. At night, I worked at a bar. I survived on three or four hours of sleep a day, all so I could afford Stella's art supplies and help her open her own studio. But on the day of our seventh anniversary, I decided to divorce her. My personal attorney, Gregory Hicks, had been my friend since childhood. His family had practiced law for generations, with several gen