Let It Go Can't Hold It Back Anymore Novels & Stories

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

His voice trembled so badly he kept apologizing, utterly undignified. “I'm sorry… I swear I had no ill intent. I just wanted to take her home. I miss her so much. I can’t live without her. I'm sorry, Mr. Salvador… I didn’t know she was from the Salvador family,” he stammered, panic setting in. “No– That’s not what I mean. I mean, no matter where Zoe came from, I love her.”

she shouted. He held her so tightly that it was hard to breathe. She struggled to break free, but his grip only tightened. "No. I'll never let you go, I swear. Lily, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I messed everything up. Please, forgive me just this once. Let's start over. We can still have kids. I promise you I won't let you down again." Zeke's promises rang hollow and laughable in Lily's ears. She shoved him away with all her might and slapped him across the face.

"You hold onto it, and it’ll tear you apart. It’ll make you weaker. If you want to stay alive, you need to let it go. Leave it behind. Because no one’s coming for us. Not anymore." I shook my head. I couldn’t listen to him. I wouldn’t. "I’m not giving up on him. I’ll never stop believing." My heart was pounding, every beat a reminder that I wasn’t alone. "I don’t care if it takes years. He’ll come. He will."

His voice touched her soul as the tears of joy started streaming out of her eyes. THAT YOU ARE THE REASON, I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT NO MORE, I DON'T WANT TO HIDE NO MORE, I DON'T WANT TO CRY NO MORE, COME BACK. I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME. (YOU ARE THE REASON) A LITTLE CLOSER NOW, JUST A LITTLE CLOSER NOW, COME A LITTLE CLOSER, I NEED YOU TO HOLD ME TONIGHT. I'D CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN,

"Whether it’s ten years or twenty years. If you ever get tired, come back. If you ever get hurt, come back. But if you never come back… if you end up marrying someone else—just don’t tell me. "Because I might not be able to stop myself from slashing your wedding car’s axles. And if that ruins your big day, I’d probably feel bad about it." … "Anyone can say pretty words." I hugged my knees, the night breeze lifting strands of my hair, carrying with it a scent I couldn’t quite place—something soft and tangled in the passage of time. "Yeah, but I love you. "I could turn my back on everyone in the world, but I would never turn my back on you.

I gently pressed on the song and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. From walking home and talking loads To seeing shows in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk To staying up and waking up with you Now we're slipping near the edge Holding something we don't need All this delusion in our heads Is gonna bring us to our knees So come on, let it go Just let it be Why don't you be you And I'll be me?

“Anonymous leaks. False corruption claims. Smeared timelines. Someone wants to blow up his credibility, and they started it an hour ago.” My grip on the phone tightened. “Who’s behind it?” “We don’t know yet. But the timing is too perfect, Hayes. The slap video is everywhere. And someone is using it to fuel the attack, making it look like her family is spiraling out of control.” Ella went pale. My chest clenched hard. “We’ll handle it,” I said, jaw set. “Send everything to me.” I hung up. Ella whispered, “Hayes…?” I stepped toward her, voice steady even though fury was already rising in my blood.

Wyatt shook his head at the attendant. “No, I don’t. I just want to talk to her.” “Sir, I can’t allow that. Only ticketed passengers from here.” Wyatt stepped aside, straining to catch his last glimpse of Mackenzie as she disappeared down an escalator. His heart hammered. He couldn’t let her go. Not before he talked some sense into her. He tightened his fist and realized he still held her bag. Determination filled him. “That’s it! If I have to buy a damn ticket just to return her bag and talk some sense into her, then so be it.”

At the party, friends teased us, asking when Rosalie Diaz and I would finally get married. I looked at her, smiling. She said nothing, and stiffly changed the subject. The friend who'd started the teasing glanced at me awkwardly, apology in his eyes. My smile didn't waver. I took a sip of my drink. I've always been a bit of a procrastinator, though not a hopeless one. So I decided to let Rosalie go. And to let myself go, too.