Novel & Cerita Make You Stay Dove Cameron

“You’re the only woman that I won’t stay away from.” Who in the world would be able to resist such a statement? Cameron was completely defeated and buried her face into his shoulder. “I give up.” Seeing that she was hiding in his arms, acting as obedient as a puppy at the moment, waves of amusement and satisfaction rippled in his eyes, and he stopped teasing her. “What brought you here to me?” Now that the topic had gone back on track, Cameron got up and said, “I’m a poor woman in Bassburgh now, and my father has frozen my credit cards. Why don’t you find me something to do? Something that can get me paid.”

“It will be fine…” “Nothing is ever gonna be fine, Hannah” he looked worried but walked out. Just then Dove walked in once again. “And you hannah” she smirked and walked to me. “I will take your happiness too” “What are you planning, Dove…” I sighed, looking at her changed self. “You all love Samantha, don’t you? How about I take her away?” My face paled. “What the hell are you saying--” “If you can, save her. Or if you fail, she will die by this week”

~~~ Dove walked towards the office and opened up the door with her head down, blushing her face off. She shyly raised her head to see LEXUS KISSING SOME GIRL!! The red all over her face diminishes and Lexus pushes the girl off. "Dove", he said, his voice sounding as pleasant and husky as always. Her eyes welled up with tears while a pain shoots through her chest. 'Why am I crying? We are nothing, we just got to know each other only two weeks ago. It was just a kiss…' she thought. 'But it wasn't just a kiss, I go away for barely five minutes and his tongue is already down another girl's throat!'

the voice cut Stryxx off. “You will have to remain here while Dove goes to fetch them. You have proven unworthy of gaining entrance.” The voice faded out, and Dove walked up the stairs, in a trance, not hearing Stryxx at all. Climbing up, up, up, seeing a pointed stone in front of him, Dove held his hand over the point, and pressed his palm into the point giving blood proof he was who he said. As soon as Dove felt the pointed rock cut into his flesh, he snapped out of the trance he was in. “What the hell is this? Styrxx!” Dove shouted.

Savvy asks. The Cally you know has never fallen in love too. " No she doesn't quit " I say " Tomorrow we are gonna show Liam Scott just what Dove Callum is made of " I add and grin.

"That's why he didn't come here. That's strange of him. Do you know them?" He motioned with his finger for me to come with him.I followed, pressing my lips together and keeping a half-meter distance.I am not feeling afraid—not a while ago, Ashton was here. He held my hand, hitched my breath, and pulled me closer to his side. We were leaving the kitchen, and the deafening sound of gunshots stopped my heart for seconds. I bowed, and Ashton dragged me toward the front door. Another gunshot, and I was shaking while holding his hand tightly. I was afraid that he might let go of my hands, and leave me there. But I know him; he will not leave me, and I trusted him with my life.

Standing, I make my way to the office that is on board the plane and shut the door behind me, sitting down, I pick up the satellite phone and call my father. "Dimitri." Came the gruff response. "What's happening?" "We have her," I said, I heard the relief in my voice. "Is it her?" He asked, double-checking what I had said. "Yes, it's the White Dove, she is coming home," I said, a sigh of relief left my father’s lips. "How is she?" "Not good." I sigh. "What do you mean, not good?" He asked, and I noted the change in his voice.

When did I ever get weak in the knees over a man? “You’re shy. Obviously innocent as hell, despite your little tough girl act.” His voice dipped, low and feral. “Are you a sub, little Dove? Do you have an owner waiting for you?” I froze. Caught somewhere between the delicious danger of his approach and the raw question. “Hell no,” I managed not to stutter on that one and quickly backed my ass out of the bathroom. Not that he had any trouble following me, moving like a hunter. “Calm down. I’m not trying to freak you out.”

Not even the courtesy of a name. I liked him more than I wanted to admit. “And what about the man himself?” Grayson leaned forward, voice dropping an octave. “Your ex is drowning, Ava. You just poured in a gallon of gasoline.” I tilted my head. “Good. I hope he burns.” He nodded slowly. “Careful. You might enjoy this war too much.” “Good,” I whispered. “That’s the point.” KILLIAN's pov She stood up there like she’d never been broken.

Small details seemed magnified now, hyperreal in the way that trauma made everything sharp and strange. One of the men, a very tall, buff guy I recognized as Caleb, stepped forward. He wasn't taller than me, but he was built like a linebacker and had the kind of face that had seen too many fights. "Were you alone up there?" he asked, and there was something in his tone that made my vision go red around the edges. I grabbed Leo's gun from his holster before anyone could react and fired a shot at Caleb's feet. The bullet kicked up concrete dust, and the sound echoed off the motel walls like thunder.