Jay Park All I Wanna Do Novels & Stories

"As you all know, one important guest made it into the country days ago and things have been running smoothly across all multiple firms. I want to use this moment to do something that I shouldn't be doing in an ordinary sense, but I could care less at this point." I tried to force myself to look everywhere, other than at Jaxon . My heart was beating fast as I could smell what he was about to do even without him speaking. His palm trembled with emotion as he gripped the microphone. He said, "Ayla ," in a low, raspy voice. "I knew you were unique the instant I laid eyes on you. You were the one I was meant to have. Even though I've made mistakes in the past, I don't want that to define who we

Jay yells due to the loud popping music. He takes my hand to the dance floor. He wraps my hand around his neck and I feel his hands hold on to my waist tightly. We move left and right in accordance to the melodious tone of the music. It's a slow jam, so it's like a time for all the love birds to connect through dancing and right now I feel I and Jay connecting in such a way I don't really understand. I try not to look at him, instead I search for Cara who was busy making out with Luke at one side of the room.

I looked over to Damon who was already looking at me, and he rested his forehead on mine as he closed our eyes and danced to the rhythm of the song Who's fault is it🎶 That's I'm crazy about you🎶 You're in every single dream🎶 And I'm thinking about you🎶 If you wanna do,do,do me right 🎶 Do,do,do,do,do🎶 If you wanna leave it all tonight 🎶 Do,do,do,do,do🎶 When there's nothing left🎶 Except you and this🎶 Champagne kisses🎶 Champagne kisses🎶

"Jay, I know you're not unreasonable. There must be something behind this. Talk to us. We can fix it. Don't break Yasmin's heart." All eyes were on me, waiting for an explanation. I smiled, looking at Yasmin's tear-streaked face. I spoke slowly and deliberately. "I don't want to be with her anymore. I'm tired of it. Isn't that allowed?" It was like throwing ice water on a grease fire. The hall erupted. Yasmin collapsed against Mom's shoulder. Her body hung limp and lifeless, the light in her eyes completely gone. "Jayden, you can stop loving me, but you cannot humiliate me like this. Do ten years of our love mean nothing to you?" Her voice was barely audible—fragile, trembling.

What he meant was easy enough to understand: I was no longer fresh, exciting. I stared at him in silence. Now, dressed in an impeccable suit, successful in his career, and accompanied by a beauty. He looked nothing like the boy who once promised he would give me a home. Seeing my tears, Jason raked his hand through his hair in irritation and stubbed out his cigarette. "I never meant to hurt you. Really. Marcella's a good person. She doesn't even mind you being around. Can't we just stay like we were before? I can give you everything else, just not marriage."

"This is proof of my pregnancy. I never thought the day would come when I, a grown man, would get pregnant. My parents are gonna be thrilled when they find out." I looked at the phones recording me and threw up a peace sign. "Am I about to go viral? I'm the first man in the world to get pregnant, right?" "Alright, Roy. You're really good at playing dumb." Tyler's voice interrupted my act. Behind him were several police officers. "Officers, she's the one. My friend's hemorrhoids ruptured, but she insisted it was a miscarriage." Seeing the police arrive, I finally did not need to stall anymore. I handed the ultrasound report to the officers as evidence.

he had promised. I had been moved and left the temple to be with him. Was he just trying to get me to leave the temple all these while? Did he want to manipulate me to stay with him? Was the love I gave a tool to chain me? I steadied by breath. "Alright. Cancel the Marking," I sand and walked out without hesitation. .as a left, I missed the confusion that flickered in Lucas's eyes. I spent that night packing up.The flight I booked was leaving tomorrow and I was healed enough.

Briefing docs in your email. Great. Exactly what I needed to take my mind off Alex fucking Russo. I opened my laptop and quickly scanned the documents Jared had sent. The Tokyo deal was crucial—a cornerstone of our Asian expansion. Losing it would set us back months, maybe years. I straightened my blouse, checked my reflection in the small mirror I kept on my desk (professional, composed, definitely not a woman whose life was falling apart), and dialed into the call. "Tanaka-san, good evening." I smiled into the camera, my voice steady despite the chaos in my mind. "I understand you have some concerns about our timeline."

"Hey, Mr. Adrian, are you headed somewhere? Do you need me to drive you there?" "Uh, no, it's fine, just get some rest," he said to Nathaniel, the security personnel. "Okay, Sir." Nathaniel replied. "Hey, boss, I have gotten it." Henry said "Oh, yeah? I am listening." Adrian said as he drove out of his compound. "It's 412, Maplewood Heights, Westbridge District, Ridgewood, Sir." "Okay, thanks a bunch, Henry." "You're welcome boss. Is there any other thing you need some assistance with?" "No, I am good." He said as he hung up

Jymia tells me. “How?” I ask. “You haven’t been on a date for a long time and you don’t want to look good for ya man.” She replied, sucking her teeth and crossing her arms. “Sorfri sorfri (Take it easy).” I tell her. Jymia pulls out her phone and starts playing Aya Nakamura. “Jolie nana” by Aya Nakamura plays.