Main Character In You Novels & Stories

"I don't know how to draw you anymore. The you that doesn't need me. The you that I don't know." "Then don't draw me." She said it gently, not cruel. "Draw something else. Yourself, maybe. The you that doesn't need me to need him. The you that might be, eventually, if you don't mess it up too badly." "Is that possible?" he asked. "The me without you? The me that's just—" He stopped, found the word. "Just Dante. Not architect. Not witness. Just person. Messed up and not finished."

Ayesha would be laughing too if she weren’t scared about what would happen to her, ‘I just had to investigate him myself instead of asking my friends to check him out,’ she regretted. “I’m not joking, I am the main character,” Sikandar insisted. “This is too good,” Sahil took a breath, “You think you are a big shot just because you can control void and nullify karamats.” “If you’re the main character, why are you stuck with us?” a nameless goon asked, ‘Are you getting lazy AI?’ It’s called minimalism. “Because my life needs drama,” Sikandar answered. The goons laughed again, “Do you think you’re in a drama or something?” Another nameless goon asked.

I whirled around to gaze into the face of Matteo, a man who would be a perfect character in one of those plays staged in the town hall on the nights of mates initiation. "Neilla, what a pleasant coincidence! What are you doing here?" He pulled me into a tight hug, the ruffles on his shirt collar tickling my face with feathery brushes. He pulled back to look at me. "Hi, Matteo!" I forced out in a forced tone. It wasn't that I didn't want him close but now was the wrong time to run into anyone. I only had eyes for one person and one man alone and he was yet to show up. I tried to peek above his shoulder unsuccessfully. That's when I gave up. "I'm just here to see someone. Nothing really. How a

Luna opened her mouth to say something more, but I closed my eyes, signaling that I wasn't interested in hearing it. A moment later, the sound of soft sobbing filled the room. "Joseph, do you not love me anymore?"

AVA Fridays at WAM weren’t exactly chill, especially not after a leaderboard update. The marketing floor still buzzed with low conversations and side glances at the digital dashboard across the room—Luke’s name still shining at the top, same as yesterday. It wasn’t anything new, but it still hit Ava a little different this time. She hadn’t come this far to play second fiddle, especially not to some guy who seemed to float through the office like he didn’t need to try.

Eleven fell silent again, she would waste the opportunity if she refused, she could run away from that man's house if something didn't feel right, but at least she didn't return to that hell again. "And.. who are you?" Eleven said. "Oh I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Jake" "Okay I'm in" Eleven says and Jake just smiles at her. Eleven only hopes that this time the choice she has chosen won't take her to a worse place than her home. That's the only hope now.

Bhabhi scoffed and said rolling her eyes,"No! You're lucky. Actually she's all ready but she slept again as there was time for breakfast. So she has already took her bath! You don't need to worry!" "Can't you do that? I am hungry!" I whined then heard Snickers from behind. I turn and gave Duggu bhaiya a glare. He smirked and sat on his seat and so did dad. "Morning Yuvi!" They both wished to which I wished back and went upstairs to My princess' room. I opened the door and squinted my eyes at the vibrant colour. Girls and their love for pink!! I stepped inside carefully not waking any of her soldiers up. Yeah! You guess it right! These stuffed jokers are her soldiers and she is the Princess o

Overtime winner: Damian Volkov, assisted by Sebastian Volkov. Sebastian Volkov. He had kept the name. Had changed it legally, officially, on every document and every form. He was Sebastian Volkov now. And Damian was Damian Volkov. And they were the same. The camera zoomed in. The broadcast showed their faces, their smiles, their tears. The words appeared on screen, white letters against the blue background: A DEAL IS A DEAL. The screen went black. --- Post-Credits Scene The hospital room was dark. The blinds were drawn. The machines beeped. The bed was empty—no, not empty. A figure lay in it, small and thin and pale. Damian's father.

一 You're free, and if you want, you don't have to come tomorrow 一 She looked at me sympathetically, she was recognized for her kindness, no wonder no one hated her 一 I heard what's going on and don't worry, you won't be missed. 一 You are a good woman, thank you Director Ana. 一 I've known you for years, girl, of course I would do this for you just like anyone else in this school 一 She sighed 一 Anyway, thank you very much. I adjusted my bag on the coast and headed towards Arthur's car, the dark windows made it impossible to see if anyone was inside, but as soon as I got close, the door opened and Arthur's face was not good at all, as well as the Mine wasn't either. Hate was all I felt at the m

she cooed, showing me a picture of the main characters. "No, I have not. Been so busy after the wedding," I said, inserting my fingers into Cole's hand and smiling when he held on tighter. Crystal's eyes caught the action, but she did not say anything. Perfect. "I barely had time to watch anything, but I will try. Is it that good?" "It's totally amazing. The main girl, Soon-Hee is a high school student but the guy is–" "Babe. You'll end up telling her all about it, and there will be no point of her watching it," Zach chided softly, but she stuck out her tongue at him and continued showing me pictures.