Let Him Go Novel Novels & Stories

Trusting him. This was wrong, he thought to himself. He Should stop reading this. He had almost decided to close the journal but paused as he saw something near the end. Something that made him feel nauseous. He gripped the book tightly, digging his fingers to its sides, damn near breaking his nails. "Son of a bitch," He murmured under his breath as anger flared inside his brain. He stood up and strode towards his car. He had to go see Faith. Right now.

He waited outside my house every day, just to catch a glimpse of me. When I finally moved, he couldn't find me anymore. So, he started calling me using new numbers every time. I blocked them all. Eventually, I got so tired I just threw out my SIM card. That was until one day, I had just finished getting my visa approved and stepped out of the building when I saw him. His hair was a mess, his jaw covered with an uneven beard. I pretended not to see him and kept walking. He spoke first. "Selene, it's been a while."

All they wanted was for me to do well in my examinations and make them proud. I had to go and sit for my entrance exams tomorrow, by hook or by crook. Nothing was going to stop me. I refused to let Tyson ruin my life again. I had to find a way to get off this mountain! As the thought crossed my mind, I pushed Tyson away with all my might and said, "I'm going back down!" "No way. We'll only let you go back down after we've found Belle." Just as soon as he was done speaking, the sky turned dark as ominous clouds gathered overhead. It looked like there was going to be a storm coming.

Just then her eyes trailed to the library, it's door was open and the lights reflected out of it. "He should be in there" she headed to go in the library. But then she paused. What will is she do when she goes in? What would be her excuse? For sure he won't be happy seeing her in his library. Is she even thinking straight? She shouldn't just forget who this man is, all in the quest of trying to make him hers. 'I wouldn't be that bad to try' and with that she shrugged and went straight to the library. Once at the door, she was welcomed by the strange aura. The library is large, super wide. So how come, the entire room is filled with his dominating aura?

You may ask, because the last time he ghosted her was on a similar night like yesterday and Anjali did not want the history to repeat so she made up her mind to visit him and collect the bag from the mall which she forgot yesterday and head back home. She drove her car to his current house, parked the car out and marched straight in as if she owned the place. His house was quiet, clean and calm She looked around and found him on the sofa, fast asleep, his hands folded across his chest, eyes shut close. He had worn a white shirt, his reading glasses were still on and the book he was reading last lay in between his folded arms, hugging tightly. Sadly! Anjali won’t know that it was not the book

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I hugged him back. “My baby’s so hot, but I don’t want to do this here, and not until we’re married. Stop seducing me, okay? I love you, my wife,” he whispered. I didn’t even realize how we managed to continue our trip after that. I was so rattled and lost in my head that the next thing I knew, we were already at the airport in Cebu. Some of his men were waiting to meet us. The trip from the airport to the shelter was quick, thankfully, and we arrived just in time for lunch.

That alone was an answer. Finally, he looked at me. “You can stay.” He said. “But not here.” my chest tightened. that wasn’t safety. That was removal. He wanted me gone before trouble found him because of me. “Where am I supposed to go?” I asked, he paused. Then reached for something, a paper, a scrap, a mark drawn quickly in charcoal.

Per say no time had passed at all up here , it had only been three minutes since he left. He went towards her, bending down to kiss her on her forehead. A silent prayer for her to come back to him. Taking out the book Hades had given to him, he walked over to his reading nook, sat down and started reading. The book was about necromancy and didn't ways to perform them, writing by the necromancer himself of course. It was even signed for Hades. Raphael rolled his eyes and seeing that he'd tried most of these spells he flipped through the book a bit until a peculiar practice caught his eye. The text was about raising someone who's spirit hadn't left their bodies yet. It was quite a stretch but

By the time the sun came up, he had imagined a dozen worst-case scenarios, none of which he had any right to believe, yet all of which he couldn't stop turning over. Around four, he caught himself rehearsing what he would say to her, the way he used to practice for hostile takeovers. He hated that the comparison even occurred to him. Before any of this, he had never rehearsed a conversation with Sophia; he had just talked to her. Lying there in the dark, he missed that version of them with an ache that resembled grief—grief for an ease he hadn't known to value until it was gone.