Make You Stay Dove Cameron Novels & Stories

"The sun is down. The roads are clear now." "Mama, please," I pleaded, my voice thin and high. "Let me stay. Let me call Mr. Adebayo. We can hide." She grabbed my hands, her grip surprisingly strong. "No. No calls. No staying. Only moving." She looked toward the small, wooden cot where my brother lay sleeping. "You are taking Kian." Kian, 14 years old, curled up tight with his arm draped over a threadbare stuffed lion. The sight of him, innocent and trusting, was a blade twist in my gut.

Bella couldn't be anymore happier as finally the D-DAY was only five days away. Even though Ashton had still not stopped pestering her with his petty request or so - called - orders on the name of having a plastered hand. But Bella was just too enthralled to see how the whole planning and more over the proposal will go to be too bothered by Ashton's annoying behaviour. And what could be more better than a beach for a proposal right. Specially cherry on the top was the fact that the beach she was about to set on was the exact place where Jason and Rebecca had met for the very time. Well you can't blame her for screaming.

One month in New York is enough time for Zane to crawl his way back into my heart. I did everything in my power to stay away from him, to protect myself from further heartbreak. Now, I can already see everything burn into ashes. I plopped down on the couch and stretched my legs out as I let out a long frustrated groan. My phone screen flashed again twice. I picked it up and saw it was a text message from Milan. You don't have a choice, Amari. I will see you next month in New York. Whatever problem you have with Zane, you better fix it. Don't ruin my wedding, lil sis, or I will do the same to yours. Love you and call more often !!

"Because you are always everywhere when you work with models I’m the only thing that keeps you in focus. So no argument baby. Let's go." We set up the set for the photo shoot. I honestly just wanted to be away from Jake. It's crazy how I feel so weak when he touched me. I mean it was just his hands on my waist and I almost collapsed. He is really the only one that can turn my knees into jelly. The photo shoot turned out well and so Dave decided to go out with the models. I was waiting for the elevator and just my luck, the last person I wanted to see was in the elevator by himself. He is so handsome wearing his suit like a model that comes to life from a magazine.

And with Tyler by my side; my god I felt pretty much invincible. ~ stay tuned for the sequel (and trequel) coming soon. xx. eden aster.

I want to go home and just spend my weekends watching youtube and dramas. "My lady, would you like some more tea? Meir also sent some snacks for you." Carmella said when she noticed how discouraged I was. "Yes, please." I said. Carmella went to prepare and I closed my eyes. Let's get it together. There's no going back. I can't back down or I will die.

Destiny’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “Is that a hickey?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. Cameron’s cheeks flushed instantly, turning a deep shade of red that betrayed her immediately. She instinctively touched the spot, trying to adjust her collar. “It’s… nothing. Just a little mark.” Destiny laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. “You don’t have to hide it from me. I’m happy for you. It looks like someone finally got you to let loose. I hope you enjoyed yourself. You deserve it after everything you’ve been handling for me lately.”

“Drinking our champagne. Wearing their best lies. Thinking they’re safe because it’s public.” Kieran exhaled slowly. “You’re baiting your own board.” “Yes.” “That’s insane.” “Thank you.” Rowan studied me for a long moment. “And Cameron?” The name shifted the air. Not fragile. Just… aware. “He stays out of sight.” I said immediately. “Publicly, he’s still recovering. Privately-” I paused. “He watches.” “As what?” Damon asked. I didn’t answer right away. Because upstairs, in my bed, Cameron was sleeping finally, deeply. Color back in his skin. Breath steady. One hand curled into the sheets like he was anchoring himself to this place.

I ask myself. "Umm...no." "Hmm..." I look around the room for inspiration. The red ink stands out to me. Stay? Could that fit? I want to run far, far away To a place where I feel I can’t stray Stay somewhere I feel welcome And not like an outcast Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please... stay?' And just like that, with the one word the poem completed itself, it became whole , it was finished, it's own living and breathing entity of words and letters and deep meaning.

“I might get in a righteous frame of mind if I had that stimulation. But you ain’t kilt, so what’s the point?” Call wasted no time getting back, wishing all the way that he had the mare. She had spoiled him—made him too aware of the limitations of his other mounts. The fact that she was dangerous made him like her the more. She made him extra watchful, which was good. When he got within fifteen miles of Lonesome Dove he cut west, thinking they would be holding the herd in that