I Want To Know Her Novels & Stories

Harry asked desire was evident in his voice. "Yes!!" Quinn Shrieked. She stood up from her seat and ran towards Harry's seat to kiss his cheeks. "First time, you used your brain. I wanted to visit the Taj Mahal. The place is so amazing and Lovable. Kevin, we can take a lot of selfies from different angles and I will post them all on my Instagram. I can't even imagine how it looks like." She squealed like a kid looking upwards. "Of course, babe." Kevin pulled her on his lap and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

But for her? I want to be.

“It feels like she knows something about me and now, I have seen a picture of her and my mom." The worst was that I didn’t even know how to explain how I feel toward her. It's messing with my head. I don’t even know what I was searching or want to hear about her but I have this intense urge to know her, to get close to her shd it's crazy no matter how much I think of it.

I have to know about that guy, Vincent. I have to know about him.

And now she knows that I know that she knows. This is about to get very interesting.

“I know exactly who you are.” She… she knows?

" To prevent Intruders, that's the witch style." "Who are we meeting over there, a witch?" The interest in her voice just hypnotized me and I nodded. "Yeah, a witch. A beautiful one." "Seb?" She paused, that short form of name sending sparks through my body and I sighed. She affects me….it's so undeniable. "Hmmnn?" "Who is Jamie?" I froze completely again and twitched my jaw hard. "What's your problem?" I seethed. "If I'm going to die someday by you or anyone else, I want to know about you. Everything, I know I'm weak but I just want to have the privilege of being around you and I won't stop until I know everything about you"

How I wish I could believe those words. How did she even get to know my name?

He—” “Okay, you do seem to know everything about him. Why do you want to meet him?” “Duh. He’s Trey Mills.” “Yes, I know who he is. Why do you want to meet him?” “I love him. I want him. I need him.” She clutched her hands in front of her chest and rolled her eyes for emphasis. “And what do you hope comes from this meeting?” She laughed. “A baby. Are you a reporter or something?” “No, I’m just curious. So you want to have sex with Trey Mills?”

“I don’t know what I want. I’ll go look. You can…do whatever you want.” I want to help her. I want to be with her. And I don’t know what else to do to make her believe me.