Ill Be You Novels & Stories

he cried out He fell to the ground whispering to himself "Babe! Babe!” “ I’m over here Lyon.” A voice whispered from behind, he instantly turned back but there was no one "Lyon I’m here" he heard the voice whisper again “Lyon I’m back from the grocery store, come help me with the bags" his mom’s voice whispered "Lyon, are we gonna play cricket today or you have made some plans with your friend” his dad whispered to his ears "He always does that, if you haven’t made any plans with your friends that day we might have been alive” his mom whispered to his ears

" Brother...." I W I L L R U I N E D Y O U .

She better not be up to anything she shouldn't or she will be in deep problems this time! Hearing my phone beeping I unlock it and look at the message, it's from my men who will meet me on the way. Seeing it's Cannon's favorites in the car I know the drive will go fast and it couldn't be better. " we will be meeting my men on the way, they will step on it!" I tell them even if they accelerate and drive down the road at a fast speed. " then let's see who will get the furthest!" the driver says and I couldn't have gotten better drives than this as of now, I will be there quicker than I anticipated!

“Round four tomorrow? Or should we bring someone else into Elysium next time?” I smiled sleepily against his chest, already imagining it.

“What exactly are you saying?” “I’m saying… Marry me, my sweet, perfect angel. I really won’t settle for anything less.” “Well, Mr. ‘One and Only’… Then I suppose I’ll have to… How else will we live happily-ever-after, my love?” -THE END-

It is my third year in prison after taking the blame for the adopted son of the Ingram family, Seth Ingram. Because of my good behavior, I am released early and return home ahead of time. The whole family is celebrating Seth's birthday. When my sister, Sheryl Ingram, sees me in my cheap tracksuit, a hint of disgust appears on her face. My fiancee, Isabella Kennedy, who once promised to wait for me, speaks up and says she'll put me in some storage room for now. "Seth has a weak body. You just got out of prison, Matthew. You need to stay away from him so that the germs you carry won't get to him." I don't argue or make a scene. I do as I'm told without objection. I understand that I've l

Jake said. "Why? Why should I help others when no one is helping me at the time?” Eleven said. “Isn't it just a matter of timing? Look, now I take you out of that scary place and you can live freely, I will pay for everything, you can live normally like other teenagers."

Her best friend's warm body gave her assurance. “Don't worry, we'll make it happen,” Bammie stated while smiling mischievously.

"Hurry up. Pack your stuff and get out. Don't make me throw you out myself." Grinding my teeth against the ache in my body, I forced myself to get up, pulled on some clothes, and dragged my still-unopened suitcase toward the door. Just before stepping out, I stopped. I swallowed hard against the burn in my throat and gave Miley a pleading look. "I'm sick, Miley. Just let me stay one night. I'll leave first thing tomorrow." She didn't even hesitate. "No. Cut the act. I'm not buying a single word out of your mouth."

"'Cause I'll kill him if he so much as look sideways at you." "Fine. Don't go killing anybody." "Good girl! Now, let's see if I can't cook you something real delicious."