I Will Never Be Yours By Melan Pamp Novels & Stories

… Back in the studio, I threw myself fully into my work. I didn't know how much time passed before the model was finally finished. I packed it carefully, called a courier, and had it sent to the hotel Theo had named. Once everything was done, the last bit of strength holding me upright collapsed. The prolonged focus and crushing pressure made my vision go black, and I fell hard to the floor. When I came to, noisy voices filled my ears. "Isn't she the wife of Theo Bennett?" "Yeah, that's her! Doesn't her husband flaunt that actress Hannah Moore everywhere? She probably got sick from the stress."

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Katherine clung to me tightly, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head. "No, Grayson, I won't break up with you. I can't be without you!" I let out a bitter laugh. "You should be happy. No one will bother you anymore. You'll finally be free." Her tears flowed endlessly as she pleaded. "No, I was wrong, Grayson. Please, let's not break up. I won't ever accuse you of controlling me again. I won't contact Leslie anymore. Just give me one more chance, I'm begging you!"

She screamed! "You still don't get it do you? You have no freedom, you can't just leave until I'm fully compensated for my money which your parents are unable to pay. Can you pay back what your parents owe me? Then you are a slave until you're debt free you filthy lass.

Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh oh, I would go through all this pain Take a bullet straight through my brain Yes, I would die for ya, baby But you won't do the same No, you won't do the same You wouldn't do the same Ooh, you'd never do the same No, no, no, no oh It took I while before Melisa came out of her front door. I knew girls took long to get ready but Melisa was a bit extra. She liked make-up and dressing up and therefore she long to get ready. I always thought her make-up was exaggerated but I would never tell her that. That was the work of her female friend

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing

For two straight years, this house echoed with Vivian's stupid laugh. Pretty sure she did it on purpose—left pieces of herself everywhere. Her pink camisole hung off my favorite piano. Used condoms scattered across the couch and rug I picked out. Our wedding photo? In the trash, because Vivian pouted and he caved. I used to think he'd remember me. So I swallowed every bit of it—silent, humiliated, hopeful. Looking back now? Pathetic.

"If I ever lie to the world I can never lie to myself If I ever lose to the world I can never lose to myself If I ever run from the world I can never run from myself Even I don't see nobody I will always see myself Simantonnayana Prophecy coming to pass Simantonnayana Ya my mommy revelation is true Look in the camera Take a picture, cheese Them say, "Everything the picture sees" Them general overseas Men marry men, women marry women Nobody fear God, only scared of death Pastor using black power Father making love to his daughter See people going to church of Satan Rich man worshiping Lucifer If I ever lie to the world I can never lie to myself If I ever lose to the world I can never lose to

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

I love you shawty, shawty You know you my shawty, shawty I need you to make me happy There will never be nobody My ring is yours (save it, for me) Everything is yours (save it all for me) Kehlani Everything is yours Amelia's POV