Make You Stay Dove Cameron Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m starving!” “…so beautiful, You’re gonna love it- Oh and yes, I’ll send you pictures so you can see for yourself. Don’t get too jealous okay?” Hayes was teasing her again and Bloom couldn’t help the envy that moved around her. She now understood what Mario was going through as she held her pouting face. “Can’t believe you snuck out of New Zealand and went over to the Cook Islands and you dare rub it on our faces!” She was grinding her teeth now like she was about to pounce on him and his laughter boomed from the other end of the call.

"Come in . Is Cameron who I think he is ?" ©#KCMmuoe

"This might just be the stupidest thing you have ever done. But, still the smartest." When we left our hotel room, Cameron was coming out of his with a totally different female from the two we saw him with earlier. "I see that you are over, Jordan. We aren't so different after all. Just fuck them and leave them. But, I can't lie. I will miss that sweet little pussy. Each time she comes, I could feel her core pulsing. Draw more come from my cock. Do you ever get that? Or is it just me?" Cameron asked. Obviously trying to get a reaction from Jasper.

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.