Neck Deep Wish You Were Here Novels & Stories

Like the hard package that’s literally pressing up against me. "I think it's best we stop here, Amore,” he whispers. “Trust me as much as I want to take you right here and now, but I wish not to rush things when it comes to you. I plan on taking my sweet fucking time worshipping that body of yours like it truly deserves." He groans. Without even thinking, I rub my thighs together, trying to ease the pressure that has been building there.

--- Do you guys want to see MeSsio's dreamy wedding, or do you want to know who stole those hot, sexy men from the border? Whisper: *I wish it was me, *sobs**

THE END OF (YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND) First, thank you. Thank you for picking up my novel, (YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND). Thank you for opening the first chapter when you didn’t know me. Thank you for opening the second, and the tenth, and the one-hundredth, when life was busy and your time was precious. In a world full of noise, distractions, and endless choices, you chose to sit with my words. That means more to me than I can ever fit into one letter, but I’m going to try my best anyway.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

But I wish I were yours, truly yours, for I know that I never would be for as long as you are a the Devil. Right now, I wish I could lie down next to you, just to look at you. Just that. Looking at you. And listening to you breathe. I wish I could watch you fall asleep and listen to you breathe. I wish I could come up to you and put my arms around you while you concentrate. And smell your cologne. I wish I could brush your lips, your arms, and your hands with the tip of my fingers. I wish I could massage you all day long because I like taking care of you because I want you to feel good. I wish you could hold me very tight against you and lay a kiss upon my forehead, full of comfort and affec

It's obvious you're meant for me Every piece of you it just fits perfectly every second every thought I'm in so deep But I'll never show it on my face But we know this we got a love that is homeless Why can't you hold me in the street why cant i kiss you on the dance floor I wish that it could be like that why can't we be like that cause Im yours Why can't I say I'm in love I want to shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that Cause I'm yours

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours It's obvious you're meant for me Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep But I'll never show it on my face But we know this, we got a love that is homeless

“Hey, Abby baby, guess who? It’s Patrick, the handsome of Williams and Hughes. I stole your number from Sebby. Don’t tell him, please? I don’t want another punch. Take care. He’s going to eat each one of us alive here. Bye.” Beep. “Hey, Abby. I miss you. I wish we can have mani-pedi together. These guys are so grumpy, and I can’t even mention Mason’s name. He’s hot, isn’t he? I miss you. Can we at least chat or have a video call? I’m so bored right now.” Jesus, these people. I have another voicemail from another unknown number. “Hello, Mackenzie. You’re alone right now, aren’t you? At last, it’s our time to spend together, and soon you’re gonna be mine, sweet Mackenzie.”

"Lady I dey call you to answer Baby me I want to pamper You today Gimme chance me I no go used you play Oh na na an Make our body join body tonight And I wan know if e dey possible (oh oh) I wanna put my hands on your waist Me I fit to give you all my paper I'm addicted to you and I don't know what to do I wanna put my hands on your waist Me I fit to give you all my paper I'm addicted to you And I don't know what to do (yeah yeah yeah) Show me Show me that you want me Show me that you need me Tell me that you love me And I go dey okay Show me that you want me Show me that you need me.... ~~ “What time is the wedding?" Nichole, Deven's girlfriend, was questioned.

I went into the garden and when thinking couldn't help, I began humming that song that always managed to play at the back of my mind, It was a strange song and I couldn't remember where I heard it from, it has just always been in my head. The lyrics fell from my mouth before I could stop them. “I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here I don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo