Let Her Go Passenger Novels & Stories

He is staring at me intimately, feeling the sensation of wanting him to touch me, I find myself closing my eyes, he pinched my nose instead and sweetly said. "Silly girl, see you later Becca" I heard the sound of the elevator when we reached the ground floor, Reid took off. Stunned in what happened, how can he oversee things so natural jumping from one emotion to another, in the meeting earlier today he barely saw me that I was there in the same room with him, but in the elevator, he acted in a teasing way. There is no figuring out Reid Alonzo Manhannah. We leave at 3 am Sierra drives me to the private airport Reid owns, I was notified that we will ride a private plane going to Sta. Inez.

As long as he wasn't alone, it would give her a bit of peace. One of the guys grabbed her arm and pushed her inside the car which she would have willingly sat in if they have asked. The man followed inside to sit beside her while June and another guy took the front. Sara tried to look around to see if she could somehow recognize where they were but she really had no idea. Their town had trees on two of its side and she had never come so far off to know her way around. She was clumsy with directions in the first place so she had realized that she wasn't going to be any help for now so she waited till they started driving. Her eyes were outside the whole time. It wasn't until few minutes passe

He paused laughing dramatically before continuing. "Dear viewer, yes you, back at home! I would like to give you some news. I heard the celebrities are going to spend the night at High Tides Hotel tonight offered by the Minister of arts and sports,wow! this has never happened before!" He said, waving off his face, motioning hotness. The crowd cheered at the arrival of the Goddess of the industry. Willow opened the car door for her, a slander leg with a silver heel stepped out first before her whole figure got out of the sedan.

This was literally the first time someone from the neighborhood was saying such about me, but I understood she wanted to make some savings out of the budget we made for the trip. The driver leaned back and turned to see me, and I waved at him with a smile. If that’s enough to win his heart and make him bow to Nania’s price, then, I would do it. He smiled and beckoned on us to enter the cab. “Do you have good music? Something from Andrea Bocelli.” Nania said as we hopped in and shut the door. “Sure. I have all his records, and I can play you as many as you want, only if your beautiful friend wants the same.” The driver said and took off.

I hurried back to the company to report to my boss, to which he happily gave my team three days off. The private investigator was efficient. He sent me several photos. While I'd been away on my business trip, Harvey had gone out with a woman and a little girl. They looked like they knew each other well and were intimate. Harvey's gaze was filled with doting and affection as he looked at them. Anyone who saw them would think they were a happy family of three. The private investigator told me the little girl was Tina, and the woman was called Lindsey Lane. Lindsey had gotten divorced last year and was currently unemployed.

someone asked. I was in so much pain that I couldn't stand. I remained sprawled on the floor as I forced out, "I'm Noelle Grant. Your company's name is a combination of my and Lysander's names. You can check my passport and identification if you don't believe me. I have proof!" The men exchanged looks. The leader, Ray, glared at me as he clutched his injured head. "Your passport and identification have already been destroyed. I'll get your phone now—you'd better not be lying, or I'll feed you to the sharks!"

Her eyes were gleaming, as she thought of how she was going to spend alone time with Grayson in Country M. Now that wretched girl, Emma, wouldn't interfere with our private time"Leah thought to herself as she tapped on button beside the bed and the servants who left came back and continued packing the bags. --- *Flight to Country M* The hum of the jet was steady, almost soothing, but Grayson’s mind wasn’t quiet. He sat by the window, staring out at the drifting clouds, one hand resting on the armrest, the other holding a report Gael had handed him earlier—but he hadn’t turned the page in over twenty minutes.

Then blackout. Again and again—until someone hauled her into a car. Tiffany's eyes fluttered open. Esteban. "Poor kid... you've got your whole life ahead of you. If your legs are shot, that's it." "...Esteban." "Shh. Don't talk. Today's Hector's wedding—no one's watching the house. I've already talked to the driver. He's taking you to the hospital." He slipped a small bag into her hands. "Your IDs are inside. If you don't wanna come back... don't."

"You were there on the first day our son started his new school. You miss home—I know you do. You're just looking for a reason to come back. "I'm personally here to pick you up. Isn't that enough?" He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear, only to find a thin layer of grease on it. His fingers paused, and a small frown creased his brow. He met my eyes and let out an awkward cough. "I'm not disgusted. It's just..." I shrugged and handed him a pack of tissues with a smile. "Two dollars. It's written right on it." Jeremy went still for a moment. He scanned the sign behind me, then he read it out through clenched teeth.

At least she offered me a different breakfast every morning. I forced a smile. "Dad, don't cancel it. "Katie is pretty good. "Maybe I just need to walk around by myself for a while!" The next day, I booked a ticket to Dellaros. Standing on the streets of Dellaros and watching all kinds of people passing by, I felt alive and at ease again. It turned out I could travel alone too. I retrieved the detailed travel plan I had carefully prepared. I experienced the charm of Dellaros like an ordinary tourist.