If I Stay Book Novels & Stories

"She's strong too. My very own wonder woman. In fact, she's way better than wonder woman." "Such high praise. I'm beginning to wonder whether you're still the same Vee I once knew." He nagged. "Ugh! I'll be outside." I stated as I walked away from Daniel. Thanks for checking out my books mi loves. It gets better with each chapter I promise. I'm learning so, your comments will help me Polish up were I mess up. Mean comments never really help so refrain from them. Thanks again for the reads and I hope you keep reading till the end. ~may😍

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I don't know how to go about this kidnapping seeing as it's my first time keeping someone held captive. Im not going to be an evil captor. I'm not gonna tie her up and make her do things she doesn't want to. I'll leave her alone for a week and go from there. There should be a book for kidnapping for dummies. But then everyone would do that and do unthinkable things. I'm not a cruel person, I may or may not have tied her up in the beginning but seeing her weak and dangling frame I didn't want to do that again.

My cousin, Zoe Parker, stood in the doorway of my apartment with her arms crossed. “I’m doing you a favor by staying here and giving you the chance to help me, so don’t stand there pretending to be generous when you’re actually being petty. Who are you trying to fool?” A month ago, she clung to my hand and swore that she would live here alone and study quietly for the college entrance exam. My heart softened. I did not charge her rent and did not even ask for a security deposit. I came home to pick up some documents today, only to discover that the locks had been changed. She had not just moved in. She had moved her entire family, and their dog, into my apartment. My handmade wool rug ha

I laid back down on the couch, unable to sleep. The words echoed in my head like a heartbeat. I hate him… and I want him. I reached for the small journal I kept in my side bag. Flipped past old pages. Found a blank one. And wrote: “I’m not staying because there’s hope. I’m staying because there are still unspoken things.”

Everything else, the network, the rooms, the policies, all of it, was built on top of that single thing: someone staying, long enough, for someone else to understand that the staying was permanent. *I want to tell you something about staying that I did not understand at the beginning, when I first chose it on a bench in the rain with a woman who had not yet decided whether to trust me.* *Staying is not passive. I thought, at twenty-seven, that staying meant simply not leaving, being present, waiting for something to develop. I was wrong about that. Staying, properly done, is active. It is a continuous choice, made daily, sometimes hourly, to remain present for someone even when the staying i

Entirely itself. I stood in it and thought about what I was going to say. Not a speech. Not a version prepared in advance. Just the truth, the way she had always asked for it — the question underneath everything else, the one that did not require any documentation or legal record or trust clause. Will you stay? Not for a contract. Not for two years or fourteen months or any number that appeared on any page of anything they had ever signed. Just: stay. With me. Because I'm asking. Because I would like very much to spend a long time being someone who keeps showing up in your bookstore for no strategic reason.

The once-profligate heir of the Carter family had to rent a cramped studio apartment in a rough part of town for a few hundred dollars a month. I indifferently deleted the photo. Claire leaned over. “Who was it?” “Just spam,” I said. Not long after, my phone vibrated again.

This time, he drove the knife in himself. I let out a quiet, bitter laugh. Then I opened the email that had been sitting in my inbox for five days, just hours away from expiring. [Whitney agrees to transfer to headquarters.] So those words were not that hard to type after all. I looked up at the moon, half-hidden behind thin clouds. "Nolan, I'm not that easy to handle. And from now on, I won't need you to handle me at all," I told myself. I booked my ticket for the afternoon of the second, so I did not have much time left. The moment I got back to the apartment, I quickly cleaned myself up and started packing.

I had no choice but to kneel before Josie. “Look! Skyreach Group just issued a statement!” One of the coursemates sneered at me as he read it aloud. “After a thorough investigation, Skyreach Group has determined that Mr. Owen Xander’s conduct is incompatible with our corporate values. Effective immediately, his employment has been terminated. We also advise other companies to permanently blacklist Mr. Owen Xander.” I froze. Skyreach Group had fired me. I had thought I could avoid Josie’s trap this time. But she was not just trying to ruin my reputation; she wanted to destroy me completely.