May I Ask For One Final Thing Novels & Stories

"Um, I need to ask you one thing." "Shoot," Magnus said. "Um, if I can't fall in love with you after one year and I refuse your offer, you will turn me into a blind woman again?" I asked the one question that bothers me immensely.

“Yes?” “Move in with me.” “Uhm what?” “Only until we find him. If you don't want to stay after that, then it's fine. Please, I need to know you are safe. And my mom will like it as well.” “Only until you find him.” “Can I ask you one more question about it?” “Yes, it is okay.” “Am I the first one after that?” “What do you mean?” “You know.” “No, I don't know.”

Closing my eyes, I sighed as I settled on the last question I would ask. "Moon Goddess, you said that this is an exception and that I should not expect to speak with you ever again. Then I must ask this. Will I be able to speak to you through Asa?" I asked.

I want to ask you a question to help me give this book the best ending that it deserves. Is there anything I haven't added to this story that you think I should add? Or Is there something I mentioned that deserves to be discussed more on? Your responses will be one of the best thing to happen to me. Thank you so much.

“Thankfully, I have an offer. One you can’t refuse.” I brace myself and ask Nessa, “What the fuck do you want?”

she asked, and I nodded. Just one last ride. Then no one will come between me and my wife. *** Hope you are enjoying. Love Pia.

He closed it. "There is one favor that you can do for me."

"I have one more request to ask for, Boss." Vincenzo’s jaw tightened. "You are in no position to make requests, Anna." "Please…" Anna begged, her voice shaking. "Just this one last request. I promise." Vincenzo stared at her for a long, tense moment. Finally, he spoke. “What is it?” "I want to see my grandma."

“Thank you for helping me with my little problem.” “I have one last request,” I added before she could end the call. “What’s that?” “I need her phone number.”

I expect too much and I was too stupid to think that he changed for good. “Right, I forget that I’m dealing with mafia, Mr. Anderson.” I smirked thinking about my own silliness. I walked to the door, ready to leave but not before asking him the last question that I really want to know. I halt and turned to look at him. “Can I ask one last question?” He stood at the same place, staring at me with his unreadable eyes. He raised his brow urging me to continue. “What are we all this while?”