If I Stay Series Novels & Stories

"When you say stay." "I mean — " Daniel paused. He was, he noticed, not managing this. He was saying the thing directly without scaffolding, which was what he'd said he wanted to do and was now discovering was easier in principle than in the moment of actual execution. "When the evening is finished and you say good night — you don't have to." He held Adrian's gaze. "You can stay." A beat of silence. The restaurant moved around them — the bread arriving, someone laughing two tables over, the warm domestic sounds of midday.

“Stay with me.” ***

“Enough. If you had done this from the start, things would not have become so ugly. Why did you insist on acting so pathetic?” She reached toward me when she noticed how pale I looked. Eric stepped forward first and whispered into my ear with a smug tone. “I disappeared on purpose. I wanted to test how much Suzanna cared about me. Shane, the woman you treasured for five years loves me so much she has gone crazy for me. Being a man like you is worse than death.” He pointed the livestream camera at me with a grin. “Tell everyone. Does it still bother you that Suzanna gave me her first time? That she wants to have my child and make you the second dad?”

“Don’t die. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just… stay with me.” ***

, i just wanted to know whether it was because he cared for me , but can I say so , can I ? why does I feel to urge to pet his head so much now ?? how can I tell him that , that I am really curious about him so much?? I finally spoke , but I wish I did not ….. "I never promised you that and i will never say I will stay , my king you kidnapped me and you know nothing about me , I have my own problems to take care of , and being here stall me over and over and I am telling you , I will never stay here , i can't , there is no reason for me to stay here , I need to be somewhwere else , please , please "

“But stubborn. They ask about you.” That landed harder than he expected. “What do you tell them?” She hesitated. 'That you’re busy.” He swallowed. “That’s generous.” “You always were,” she replied. They drove another stretch in silence before he spoke again. “I found a few apartments. Close to the river. Secure building.” She turned toward him. “I’m not staying in an apartment.” His hands tightened on the wheel. “Iris—” “I’ll stay with you.” The words were calm and unyielding.

I can’t help the small smile that escapes me. “If you really want me to stay then I'll stay.” I promise, and I can’t help the thought from running through my head that I would stay as long as she will have me."

That I was full of it. And to be honest, I was. And I didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. It would probably be better that I not see anyone. I turned back toward the bar and finished the last of my drink. Ian was there almost immediately. “Can I get you another?” he asked. I shook my head. “I don’t know how long I’ll be staying,” I told him. He shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said, grabbing me a glass of water. “You know where to find me if you want anything.” “Thanks,” I said.

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

If she leaves, she won’t ever know how I feel. “Then I’ll stay.” “Please stay and I promise I will not touch you.”