I Will Never Be Yours By Melan Pamp Novels & Stories

I never blink an I as a painful memories came across my mind. From the scenario of me crying in a small room while regretting what I have done. From seeing my bestfriend looking at me emotionless... "I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams~"

and ugh it's all the same — melanin & fuckin melanin @wanna-make-cam-my-fam ok firstly just listen to me u uncultured swine, she is fuckin beautiful and she always has been beautiful. I RMB seeing her in this cafe she always goes to — she has a very sassy nature and she seems like a genuinely good person (she ended toxic masculine mentality in two minutes and i almost ended up spitting out my coffee xD ) @camramintome AND HONESTLY, if she wants to *remove* you, you would probably be lying in pieces all over the Pacific ocean bed so like keep ur filthy opinions to urself fuckhead

I'd rather die Than give up the fight

she stopped mixing the butter and sugar and turned to face me I played around the eggs and I beat them to foam, "No man mom" "No ugly, no cute, even if it's someone you love but doesn't love you or maybe someone that loves you but you don't feel the same way, any man at all" mom pestered me "Mom, there is no man" she wasn't believing me “Melanie Adams, you’ve never been a liar,” Mom said with all conviction.

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 want it inside me so bad. Him: Good. Now send me a video of you, baby. I want to see that body. My hands were shaking with excitement. I stood up, stripped completely naked, and set my phone on the tripod. I hit record. I was nervous but so turned on. My boobs were small but perky, perfectly balanced with my round ass. I turned slowly, showing him my side profile, then turned around and bent over a little, spreading my ass cheeks so he could see my tight holes.

Every item I packed and every memory I discarded had been another piece of love subtracted until the balance reached zero. Walking away became the most natural thing in the world. Cecily: [Do you want to see how catastrophic his meltdown is? I caught it on video.] I hesitated for a split second before clicking Play. The footage was shaky, shot discreetly through the security peephole of Cecily's front door. Ryan was still wearing his rumpled dress shirt from the day before, his tie yanked loose and askew, his hair a wild, disheveled mess. His eyes were bloodshot, the rims raw and crimson with a mix of panic and exhaustion. He gripped the doorframe tightly, his voice raspy and desperate.

“Do you wanna hide from this guy?” The tune was familiar, and it only took me a moment to place it. It was from that famous Disney movie, the one with the woman who could freeze stuff. Elsa, that was her name. The movie was Frozen. The tune he was using was from the Uber popular song, “Do you wanna build a snowman?” He repeated the first line, then he added another. “Do you wanna hide from this guy? Or do you wanna talk it through? I’m sorry if….if I did something…to upset you.” He held the last note ‘you’, entirely off-key and for way too long. He sounded sort of like a dog howling.

This may be the end of He Was Never Mine, but it’s only the beginning of my writing journey. I truly hope you’ll continue walking that journey with me. Until our next story… With all my love, Precious Rose ❤️

The fear in her eyes, the blood on her hand— It all lit a cold, ruthless fire in his chest. Whoever did this? They were going to pay.