Leaving By Roxana Robinson Novels & Stories

"Ms. Rogers, this is bad. Many people are quitting!" However, it was Jim who answered. "Yvonne, if you've got something to do, go handle it. I can pick out a pet by myself." "You've been through a lot. This is to make it up to you. I can't just leave." Then, he snapped to the HR, "I pay you so well, yet you disturb me over this little thing. What good are you if you don't want to work?" "But, Ms. Rogers—" "Enough! Decide for yourself, and stop bothering me."

I placed everything into the dresser, and read the note. 'Alexandria, I won't say I'm sorry, cause i'm not. After graduation, Mason is going to leave you. He doesn't think you're good enough to be the new Luna, so he's choosing me. Tough Luck! ~Jaci' I scoffed after reading this. 'She was just some Omega who was power hungry, Nothing could compare to Alex.' I thought to myself. I placed everything back into the box, and placed it back on the dresser. I heard Alex coming up the stairs to her room.

Oh, and may we please not talk about my mini confessions of how much I'm crushing on you, that would be super awkward! Love you, Robyn. Oh, and I stole your sweater! Ezekiel felt many waves of emotions flow right through him, from happiness to sadness and to laughter. Robyn was really a gem, that he lost forever. The End

Had everything between them really meant so little to her? But then, if he hadn't given in to Bethany's temptation, if he hadn't betrayed Heather, she wouldn't have left in the first place. Mitchell slapped himself hard twice, the self-loathing only deepening as he did so. Just as he was sinking into a haze of guilt, his phone rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. It was his assistant on the other end. "Mr. Bennett, we've got some information from Ms. Rogers regarding Ms. Longstaff."

The woman let out an annoyed groan. “Roman, what...?” “Go, Roxanne.” It was a low murmur. An order disguised as a suggestion. Roxanne looked at him in disbelief, but seeing the unchanging expression on his face, she sighed in annoyance and stood up. She turned to Aylin, giving her one last venomous smile. “Don't be long, sweetheart.” Her gaze slid disdainfully over her. “Your boss and I have things to do.” She left with a calculated sway of her hips, leaving behind the scent of her expensive perfume.

“Miss, your wedding gown has arrived. Please try it on.” As the servant moved to untie the ribbons, I lifted my eyes toward the window instead. High in the night sky hung a waxing gibbous moon. Only three days remained until the full moon. My voice came out so light it was almost loneliness itself. “There’s no need. This one is fine.” The servant froze for a moment and instinctively looked to Jaeren. Jaeren’s expression remained calm, almost dismissive. “If she doesn’t want to try it, forget it.”

Robin felt too much uncomfortable to stay there for longer. So he told Noir that he wants to leave. They took a taxi and got in. But the driver left saying needed to pee. So they waited for him to come back. “You have drunk too much. You should go back home and sleep,” Noir said to Robin who sat beside her. “No, I’m fine,” he replied, looking out through the window. Noir texted Henry while Robin was distracted. “We are leaving, come out already.”

Quinn asks, his voice is raspy and hoarse. I take the opportunity to slip away. Not before I hear Quinn say, "She isn't that hot." When Ryan attempts to stop me. Chad lifts his head when he senses my presence. "Ugh, Can you please die already?" He groans when he realizes it's me. "You wish. Roxana, we are leaving." I attempt to grab her hand but she ducks towards Chad as if I am the enemy and he's her protector. "Leave her alone," Chad says.

Mateo trembled, his voice shaky as he replied, "Donna… Donna was taken away by the Rocchi Famiglia, Don Cortese." Massimo staggered back a few steps when he heard that. His hand brushed against the bouquet of white roses on the table, sending it flying to the ground, where its snow-white petals scattered everywhere.

'' I breathe and she smirks, only trying to seduce me by pressing her chest against mine but I pay no attention. She runs her fingers through her dark brown hair before glancing down at her men that I've killed, ''As long as you keep yours, sweetheart.'' Then, she starts to walk out of the restaurant after pecking onto my cheek, leaving me in disgust and anger. Without me realising, I am already falling onto my knees after feeling the aching pain in my chest; my mind won't stop replaying the scene of her crying, of her hurting and of her leaving—it's giving me all sorts of difficulties. Why did we have to leave this way?