I Want Nothing To Do With You Novels & Stories

It looks like he doesn't want to let me go, and he doesn't want me to talk to Hendrick, but I am now decided, so I will just wait for what will happen after we talk. I know that I am being immature right now…but I don't want to feel miserable anymore… I don't want to be in the same nightmare as I am until now… I want to live happily… I walk towards the door without hearing anything from them. Even those who talk a lot don't say anything. I opened the door, but before I left the room, I looked again at May and Arkanghel, but they were now looking at the ground, so I didn't see their eyes.

I hadn’t eaten breakfast nor lunch so the smell of this food was making my stomach turn with excitement. “So, are you going to ever tell me more about you? You know a good bit about me but I hardly know anything about you.” “What do you want to know?” I ask before taking another bite of my food. “Where do you work?” “I don’t. I stay at home.” “Do you want to work? Or is not working just your choice?” “If I could find a job that involved reading romance books we would be good to go. I just don’t like interacting with people too much to be honest with you. People make me nervous.”

Everybody started dancing and vibing the beats. “oh, I’m good at keeping my distance I know that you’re the feeling I’m missing you know that I hate to admit it but everything is nothing if I can’t have you I can’t write one song that’s not about you can’t drink without thinking about you Is it too late to tell you that everything means nothing if I can’t have you,” “I can’t write one song that’s not about you can’t drink without thinking about you is it too late to tell you that everything means nothing if I can’t have you,”

"You're so wet." "I need you, Joel. If you don't want to do it here, let's go somewhere else, but I'd be fine lying right here on the ground. We both have waited long enough. Let's do something we want that our wolves will also agree to." He pushes my panties out of the way and uses his finger to rub me.

I'm nothing to him, if anything a sex toy, there's no future with him, there's nothing at all. I need to end this now.

“My name is Mira. This time, and I'll give up the old name. Nayla is dead.” “What do you want, Nayla? You want to be a singer? I can give it to you!” Nayla laughed sarcastically at Zavier's words. “What do you want? Tell me!” Zavier turned to Nayla with both eyes already filled with red sclera. “I... “ Nayla stared at the front of the car blankly then continued her sentence. “I don't want anything from you anymore, Zavier.” “Let go of me. Allow me to seek my happiness, Zavier.”

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If we did not keep things under control, Liam might make a huge mess of that apartment in his wild state. I let out a big sigh of relief and started planning my next business move. After being quiet for so long, the system beeped at me again. [There's something wrong with the guy from the last mission.] Annoyed, I put down my papers and said sharply: "Disconnect me from this system now!"

There were only three of us in the group chat, yet somehow, I was always the one left out. At first, I didn't think much of it. Life was busy at times, right? Besides, Kendra Thatcher had been my girlfriend for seven years, and Josiah Lehmann had been my best friend for eighteen. The thought of either of them deliberately ignoring me had never even crossed my mind. Or at least, that was what I kept telling myself. That morning, I messaged our group chat. "Hey, how about we take a trip to Cedarvale?" Neither of them replied. Hours passed, and my message just sat there, unanswered. … That evening, Josiah suddenly shared a video of some delicious-looking food in Cedarvale. "Gosh, it loo

"So what are you going to do." Dani turned the mug in her hands. Outside Bri's kitchen window, a lawnmower droned somewhere down the block, and the smell of cut grass drifted in through the screen, and for a second the whole conversation felt impossibly normal, two friends at a table talking about a boy, except the boy held a lap record under a fake name and had cost her four hundred dollars in bet money she still had to explain to her actual bank account. "Nothing," she said. "I'm going to do nothing. I lost the bet. I'm going to eat ramen for a month, I'm going to finish the Nissan, and I'm never going to see him again."