Iam Not Over Novels & Stories

What the hell? “How do you stay this fit? Do you work out?” she asks. “Uh… not really,” I stutter, stepping back. She doesn’t drop her hand. I don’t want this, but I don’t want to be rude to her friend. Why isn’t Ami saying anything? I glance—she’s back on her phone. “You’re fit. Bet you’re one sweet ride.” Katya winks. Ami, help. “Take your hands off him—he’s not a piece of meat,” Ami says at last.

We still need to mind our manners, but everyone is getting drunk and having a good time. Except for me. I’m not unhappy with my progress, but I wanted to act or sing. So far, I have done none of that outside of training. Kain says it might be requested from fans, but so far that hasn’t happened. To say I am disappointed would be an understatement. Still, I put my trust and faith in Kain, so I have to remind myself that this will all pay off in the end. I can’t let Wulf’s words bother me.

Micheal let out a low chuckle, suddenly feeling no urge to wear his mask anymore. “We look perfect together like this.” He said with that roguish smirk, and just like that, Aria lowered her head. She nervously twisted the hem of her shirt. “Why didn’t you get plastic surgery?” Though the resentment still lingered, she couldn’t resist how Biscuit kept telling her—day in and day out—how good Micheal had been to her all these years.

I can’t keep going like this, it has to stop! I'm just tired of this mess and I want to be free from him for good.There is only one thing left to do! There is no turning back from this. Taking a large inhail I try to prepare myself for the pain I know is going to come before I say the words that are going to damage the bond.

But it was quickly replaced by impatience. "I forgot to wish you a happy birthday yesterday, Isabella," he said with a tone of perfunctory gentleness. "Once things are settled here, I'll make it up to you."

Amira stared into her drink, the alcohol burning down her throat as she muttered determinedly to herself, "I'm never letting go of Aidan. He's mine forever, not Karina's." Tasha sidled up next to her, a playful grin on her lips. "Talking to yourself, girl? You look like you're about to start a revolution." Amira shot her a sharp look. "Mind your own business, Tasha." Tasha leaned in, her tone teasing yet perceptive. "Heartbroken, huh?" Amira let out a bitter laugh. "Heartbroken? Never. I'm stronger than that." She glanced around the club, her eyes settling on Tasha again. "Find me a guy tonight, someone who can take my mind off things. I need to blow off some steam."

i tell him and he laughs "That’s not bothering me, but its fine" i bade him goodbye and walked back home trying to block the image i saw of Damie

Hunter noticed and gently extracted his arm from Sandy’s and offered it to me. “Beta Sophia,” he said. “Would you please join me for a walk through the gardens?” What the fuck is happening!? “WHAT?!” Sandy shrieked, and the noise in the room went silent. My heart fluttered, and discomfort from the stares began to seep through my emotional armor. “No, thank you, Alpha Hunter,” I politely responded with no emotion while keeping my gaze down. “Why?” Hunter questioned, obviously not used to being rejected. “Unlike your Beta, Alpha Hunter, I’m not a whore trying to become a Luna.”

“Some days I think I’m over him. Others, it’s like he’s still… everywhere.” Aaron nodded, eyes still on the road. “Yeah. That’s how love works. It doesn’t let you unsubscribe that easy.” I smiled, bitter and fond. “You sound like an old man who’s had his heart broken ten times.” “Please. My heart is in mint condition,” he declared. “Except that one time in seventh grade when Amelia threw my valentine card in the trash. Still not over it.” I giggled. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m hilarious. And I’m also the only one brave enough to drive you to a party where your almost-soulmate is probably pacing around like a lion on crack.”

Lucas lay on the ground, gasping for air, his body aching, his pride shattered. His friends didn’t move for a long time. Then, finally— “Lucas,” one of them muttered. “What the fuck just happened?” Lucas groaned, rolling onto his side. ”Shut up." Another voice, hesitant. “Who the hell was that?” Lucas didn’t answer. Because he didn’t know. But one thing was certain— This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. Amara sat up when her phone vibrated again. Another message.