More Of You By Colton Dixon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Yes, that's Alex. ***

During her previous life, Sharon refused to agree to the divorce and Riley was said to be a mistress for quite a while. Sean then stole James' spot for Jordan to become Mr. Tom's student. He said that it was to make up for Riley. But during this lifetime, Sharon had already agreed to the divorce. Why did Jordan replace James again? Sharon's heart ached like mad. She squatted down and wiped the tears away from James's face. She then picked up her phone and called Sean. She rang five times, but no one answered. At that moment, Riley updated her Twitter. "Congratulations on my daughter, for becoming Mr. Tom Jackson's only student! Someone has finally recognized your talent and hard work! I'm so

Perhaps they found my lack of reaction boring because, after a while, they stopped with the pleasantries and began to gossip among themselves. “Pfft. What a bunch of lies. True love, my foot!” “She’s blind. What can she even do?” “What a fool. Does she actually think Mr. Hampton hosted this event for her?” I heard every word they said. I thought it would break me, but I was surprisingly calm. “Mr. Hampton even prepared a fireworks show!” someone announced. The guests began crowding toward the balcony for a better view. I had been standing near the corner of the hall, but as the crowd moved, I found myself pushed toward the stage.

"Sounds like you've got a lot on your plate." Carson nodded, taking a sip of his whiskey. "I just don't know what to do next. I've tried everything I can think of." Dave thought for a moment. "Have you considered putting an ad in the local paper? Or maybe on social media? Sometimes the old-fashioned methods work best." Carson's eyes widened. He hadn't even thought of that. "That's... actually a really good idea. Thanks, Dave." Dave grinned. "Happy to help. And hey, don't give up. If this girl and your son mean that much to you, keep fighting. Love's worth fighting for, you know?"

On my seventh day in Snowcall, one of my friends, Lucas Freeman, called me out of the blue. "Miranda, when are you coming back?" "I'm not planning to anytime soon," I replied. "Norton's birthday is next week. You're not going to come celebrate?" "I'll pass, but I'll send something." The conversation went quiet, and I could hear Lucas awkwardly passing the phone to someone else. "Maybe you should try talking to Miranda. She usually listens to you," he said.

LET'S SEE WHAT COLT IS UP TO. UP NEXT IS: COLT'S REDEMPTION

Unlike Jess, I was never a walking F******k, I didn’t have an amazing brain for memorizing people’s names, faces, and the latest gossip about them. “Already?” Colton, who was a former captain of the Carlton High football team, loved partying. He used to be the center of almost every party. Just like any alpha, he had Luke and Castile on his sides as sidekicks. Judging from the way some guys were slapping his back or raising their beers for a toast, he was making some friends here. Jess pout. “Can we stay a little bit longer?” I was about to say that they could stay if they wanted and I’d just get a taxi home when my phone buzzed. It was Tyler.

As Natalie scrolled through her many group chats, one of them surprised her. “Why is Ullysis still with Shantal?” One of her high school friends who attended Johnston University ran the group chat. She recently posted a video clip. In the video, a ruthless and terrifying-looking Shantal wrenched Regina from a fountain. The latter was soaked and looked embarrassed. However, the man standing behind Shantal caught Natalie’s attention. It was Ullysis. He was inadvertently included in the video because of the filming distance. Natalie wasn’t the only one who noticed. Some friends who watched the video also left comments about it.

“Because I don’t want you to think you’re alone. What they did to you? The picture. The slush. That wasn’t about you. That was about them. Their need for drama. Their boredom.” Maya swallowed the lump forming in her throat. “Still feels like it’s about me.” “I know. It always does.” A knock on the door broke the moment. She stood quickly, heart thudding, and opened it. Kennedy, hoodie over her braids and a brown paper bag in hand, stood with a determined look on her face. “Tell me you haven’t died of self-pity yet,” she said, pushing past Maya before she could answer. Zane raised a brow. “You’re late.”

“Isn’t he good? Clean-shaven Colton was easy to play. But the broken one… he’s so much more flexible.” Savannah’s breath hitched. She turned sharply. “What did you do to him?” “I gave him choices,” Jaxon said. “And he made one.” Colton finally looked up. Just for a second. Just long enough to let her see what he was hiding: Terror. And guilt. Then he looked away. “I don’t have a choice,” he said, quieter now. “If you sign the nondisclosure… agree to never speak of Magnolia, or the tapes, or the board…”