I Wish I Never Met U Novels & Stories

Eh, he’s not bad looking, so why the fuck not? I never thought I’d be walking the streets trying to fuck for some money. Fucking NEVER. I never thought I’d be shooting dope, sniffing coke, or smoking meth, either. Fucking NEVER. I never thought I’d give up on my dreams of dancing. NEVER. I never thought I’d lose Alec or Hudson. NEVER EVER. But fucking look at me now. I’m doing all of those fucking things. I guess it’s true what they say when they say “Never say never”.

Don't call me I don't want to talk to u and don't want to meet u.... U make my life hell the moment u enter in my life makes my life hell.... First you forceful make me your girl friend than you start kissing me without my permission than you send your parents these things r not enough for you....your parents told my mother that i m in a relationship with you great wats left now? Ibrahim leave me alone please for God sake saying all this she cuts the call she feels relief after

I whisper, looking down, but he tilts my chin upwards. “You wanted this,” he says, the hard look back in his eyes and I take a tentative step backwards. “I never wanted any of this!” I exclaim, and then I spot my Uber out of the corner of my eye. “I didn’t ask to fall in love with you; I didn’t ask to feel this hollow every time I look at you and know we could never be together.” Then I sigh and give him one last look. “I wish I never met you, Reid Grayson.” His eyes widened at my last line, but I didn’t wait for his response before getting into the waiting car.

I hope I will never meet him. Hopefully.

It slowly built up a quiet chaos inside me. I immediately turned away from the scenery at the window. A half bottle of whiskey was standing tall on my desk. I poured myself a drink into a glass. Along with the alcohol pouring down my throat, I tried to wash away the memories of Emma last night. But it didn’t work. The exact words rang in my head over and over again: “I wish I never met you.” Those words struck something within me that I failed to point out. I scoffed and smirked at the glass of whiskey in my hand.

Lily laughed out loud and replied, "So, my parents sent you here to prank me? I hate them for abandoning me. You know what I said to them when they were calling me? I told them that I wish they wouldn't come back ever again. They don't deserve me. What is the date today? It is not April fool's day. You are so vicious, Uncle August, how could you curse your brother-in-law to die? Please leave my house. You are not welcome here."

Pouring myself a glass of warm water, I stirred in some honey and drank it. On my way to the diner for an acai bowl, a notification popped up—an Instagram follow request. The profile picture was dark, exuding an air of mystery. I hesitated for a moment, then accepted it.

Of a future being shaped without my consent. I told myself what I always told myself. This was nothing. This would pass. And I would survive it.

Ethan replied with his deep and husk voice, making me wet instantly. I love such moments even though I only got to experience this type of feeling once. Though the only time I did, it was not how I had envisioned my first time to be. I had always wanted it to be like I used to see in the movies but rather, I was given out to someone who did not know who graced his bed that night, today, I am having this same moment with the same person but this time around, the feeling is mutual. But, my instinct still insisted I open up and tell him the truth, I don’t want him to get to hear it from Emilia or Irene.

, he asked while I'm being in his embrace. "Nothing."I smiled. "Just think about only me when you are with me.", he sounded so worried. I nodded again. We stood like this for some time. "Gotta go. Good night.", he pecked my cheeks and disappeared from my room. He waved me when he got down. I smiled and waved back at him. I looked at the stars. I wished this dream to go on forever. He is The drug that I like to... get addicted to.