I Thought You'd Never Ask Novels & Stories

Something pricked at the back of my mind, but I couldn't parse out what it could be. "You don't think she can do it?" I asked, tilting my head. "I would never underestimate a desperate woman... and neither should you."

Grace approached me and asked coldly, "Are you satisfied now?" I looked up at her and retorted, "I think you should be the one who's satisfied." Grace suddenly lost her temper and exclaimed, "You're the one who keeps setting me up with different men every day! You're the one who wants me to give birth to an heir for the Snow family.

Camila Sáez I felt bad about what happened, but I can't deny that I would feel even worse if I was far away from Leonardo, anyway, it's not as if he had cheated on me, they met before he met me, but well, the fact that that woman denigrated me that way was what hurt me. “What are you thinking about, love?”. Leonardo asked as he ran his fingertips over my naked skin, which made my whole-body bristle. “Don't worry, love”. I answered. I think it was the first time we called each other this way and I liked that he had been the first.

The name left my mouth before I realized I’d shaped it—quiet, hoarse, almost uncertain in its escape. A whisper half-breathed, not demanded. A name I had spoken a hundred times without thinking, but now it burned against my tongue like a question I hadn’t meant to ask. “Ingrid…”

A single, agoni‍zi‍ng thought clawed its way into my m⁠ind,‌ a t‌hought I couldn’t ignore. What if going hom‌e didn’t fix anything? What if she never remember⁠e⁠d me? The question b‌urned through me like acid. And I real‍ized… I wasn’t ready for the answer. But wh‍at if‌ El⁠la never remembered she was my m‍ate‍?

“Come on, go ahead” “Mph” I swallowed. Asking a question has never been this hard. " Don't take my words to heart… I'm just curious” I paused, it was a compulsory reflex action. I asked myself for the last time if it was really necessary to ask. I should ask now or never. “You give answers to my thoughts most of the time, do you read thought? Or how do you do it?” I asked and regretted immediately. Damn me! That was too straightforward!

“Just do it.” “I hope I never get on your bad side.” “Pray that you never get on my bad side,” I snapped, and hung up.

“What game is it?” “Never have I ever.” He said, sitting the empty bottle on the table. “One of us will ask a question, if we’ve done it. We drink.”

I asked,I didn't know why but I was desperate to make my self feel better but unknown to me,I was about hurting myself. " I will never love you"

Then suddenly, a question I had wondered about before returned to my mind. “Adrian?” “Hm?” “Can I ask you something?” “Hm...” I got permission, but I was still hesitating. He opened one eye and looked at me. As if he wanted to ask what it was. I took a deep breath. “Have you ever been in love?” He opened both eyes this time. “What?” “Have you ever been in love?” “No.” The answer came immediately. “Never?” “Never.” “Not even once?” “Is there a different definition of never that I don’t know?”