I Wish You Were Mine 소설 & 이야기

I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin' I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin' I'm proud of who I am No more monsters, I can breathe again And you said that I was done Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come 'Cause I can make it on my own, oh And I don't need you, I found a strength I've never known I'll bring thunder, I'll bring rain, oh When I'm finished, they won't even know your name You brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell" I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin'

She felt like she had gotten herself into a big mess that she couldn't escape from. "I wish I never took the contract, I wish I gave up after they refused, I was too greedy, what did I need it for? Nothing just to get bigger that's all and now I'm in a situation that haunts me daily, " Kloe lamented while her driver listened silently.

said Sherly sincerely. "I love you more. You are only mine, and I would risk anything to protect what is mine, it will always be that way."

She said, sniffing between words. "No, don't say that; you have everything to live for. You…" "I have nothing to leave for!" She interupted. "Do you know how it feels not to make your own choices, and have the freedom you deserve? Do you know how it feels to lose the only person who understands you the most? Do you know how it feels to be banned from being with the one person that your heart yields for? If you do, you won't be telling me this right now." She wailed.

"This ain't right, doc. It's always the guys buying the flowers, y'know—why is it the other way round for us?" Frowning, I didn't take the flowers and shrugged. "Relationships without marriage in mind are called flings, and I don't want flings." "Me neither—I want to marry you." Yvie smiled in turn. "And don't try to pull rank—you're only three years older. And don't think that I was drunk and unconscious last night—you didn't say no when I proposed." "Wait…" I really thought she was drunk. And who on earth would argue with a drunk person?

"You — please — I belong to you—" "And will you let anyone else touch you?" "No." She shook her head desperately. "No, Damien. Never. I won't — I promise — please—" "Who," he said softly, his lips brushing her jaw, "is the only one who gets to have you?" "You." The word came out like a prayer. "Only you. You and no one else — Damien—" The vibrator roared back to life. His fingers began to move. Hard. Deep. Relentless. His pace climbed and she stopped forming words entirely — there was nothing left but sensation and his name and the headboard rattling above her and the coil inside her pulling so tight she couldn't breathe—

LYRA’S POV It has been long settled since I was twelve years old–my marriage with Damon. Now I am standing under the glowing natural light, clad in this red dress that smells of sweet lavender and clutching the red roses Aunt Maya carefully picked out specially for this night. The air is nice and moist, the atmosphere is amazing and the moon is slowly showing its face. I stretch my neck towards the walkway. Damon hasn't shown up yet nor his father, Alpha Thorne. Then towards the front row of people and there my best friend in the whole wide world is standing and I see her mouth “Go girl! Luna incoming!”

It's a chance for Jonathan to experience what it feels like to be on the other side of unrequited love, mirroring the moments he neglected her affection, pursued others, and shattered her heart time and time again. This wish, in essence, is a way for Jonathan to face the consequences of his past actions and feel the heartbreak that Laura felt for so long. It's a "taste of his own medicine," a cosmic balancing of the scales, where the pain of rejection he inflicted is now being reflected back at him. This journey is part of his awakening, his chance to truly realize the depth of what he lost by pushing Laura away.

I want to be happy with him and him to be happy with me, simple. "I want you. I want you to feel safe like I do. I do want more, yes, but I don't want you to move on." I don't even know if that makes sense to me, let alone him. I just don't feel comfortable saying that I would like to sleep with Jayda again.

“I’m sorry, I startled you”, Alex said,” I’m Alex, Damian’s friend”, he said putting out his palm for a handshake.” I don’t know my name, yet “, Bianca said, putting her palm on his gently.” I heard from Damian, you lost your memories”, Alex said,” I can’t believe it sometimes, it feels like I never even existed until now and it’s frustrating sometimes “, Bianca replied removing her palm from Alex’s hand to express her emotions. Alex felt empty when she withdrew her palm and he was surprised he craved the warmness.” Take my jacket, it’ll keep you warm, you’re shivering “, Alex said as he removed his jacket and handed it to her.”You’ll be safe here with Damian at least, you don’t have to worr