Never Let You Go Novels & Stories

Not now, not ever. And in a kiss that was wild and full of panic, all resistance, all questions, all shadows of a bleak future melted into one primitive need. On the cold executive desk, with the grand panorama of Herlington as a silent witness behind the giant window, Hazel surrendered to the current. Her legs opened—a silent invitation that Diego answered immediately. With practiced movements, he removed every barrier between them—buttons, zippers, silk—until Hazel’s warm, trembling skin was exposed to the cool air of the room.

Inside lay the ring—the Luna band Ethan gave her under cherry blossoms. She picked it up. Handed it to him. He hesitated. “Don’t.” “Take it.” “No.” “Ethan.” He swallowed, then slowly closed his hand around it. Grace sat straighter. “I want guardianship of Johnson’s memory. No statues, no songs, no twisted versions of what happened.” “I would never—” “You would,” she said. “You already have.” He closed his eyes. “What happens now?” “I leave.” He shook his head. “You can’t—”

"I was a judge that year, and I gave you the highest score. You can start tomorrow. I'll triple your previous salary, but I have only one condition. You must finish the 'Caged' series." "No problem!" I replied enthusiastically. … Monica's assistant, Whitney Crawford, hovered at the doorway, hesitant as she said, "Ms. Teller, Mr. Barnes is here again..." "Tell him to get lost!" Monica hurled her phone to the ground. The screen cracked just as the click of leather shoes drew near. "Monica, what's wrong? Did Lincoln really abandon you?" Gurney dangled the keys to a brand-new sports car, lips curling in a sneer.

Neva had sent the message from a different phone. That was the first thing Corinna noticed. Different number, same unmistakable cadence. Her mother wrote texts the way she said everything else. No contractions. No softening. Just the precise minimum required to convey the information. I have it. Three words that meant Neva had known exactly what she was carrying for four years and had said nothing. Three words that meant the man who answered her phone either didn't know she had already moved the document — or had let her send the message deliberately.

“Ok, I will follow you.” Gracie pulls up to her cabin, Paxton behind her in his silver mustang. She walks over to the driver side door of Paxton’s car. He decides to get out. I’m going to take Gunner out real quick. He nods in understanding, “Ok I will wait here.” Gracie steps outside with Gunner, then Paxton walked over to greet him with enthusiasm. “Hi Gunner,” as his pets him all over. Gunner remembers Paxton wags his tail and looks around for Delilah. “Aw buddy, Delilah is not with me right now. Maybe y’all can play together again soon.”

Inside a small building, Jennie had just finished singing a song accompanied by Billie's guitar rhythm. Jennie attached her microphone to the handle of the standing microphone in front of her and began walking towards the sofa, throwing her body there. Billie let go of the guitar strap that had been wrapped around his body and sat on a chair far away from the sofa that Jennie was currently sitting on. "Are you still not giving up?" he inquired. Jennie turned her head, "I will never give up on my dream."

Then Leon’s voice came, low and lazy, right against my ear. “I am never letting you go,” he said Neither would I because he was mine too and I would never let him go.

The night before my flight home, my online dating partner texted me: [Tomorrow is our first anniversary. Shall we meet in person?] The moment that message appeared, the group chat filled with rich heiresses of the city that I had secretly snuck in exploded. [Congratulations, Wren! You’re at the last stage of your plan for revenge!!] Before I realized what was going on, a photo of me in my orientation days appeared in the chat. I was 340 pounds in the photo, my facial features were all squashed together, and my entire body was swollen beyond belief. “Whoa, Wren actually dated this piggy for one whole year all to seek revenge for Sean. Wren really loves Sean so much!” The group chat start

"Teresa, it’s been six years since we parted ways, and you still haven’t been with anyone else. You still haven’t found someone you like because you can’t forget me, can you?" He suddenly leaned in, his amber eyes locking onto mine, unwavering. His voice, unexpectedly serious, sent my thoughts spiraling into chaos. Clink. His glass tapped lightly against mine. "But it’s fine, I can wait for you." I scoffed. "And what if I never want you? Not in this lifetime?" "Then I’ll wait until we’re ninety. I’ll sit beside your wheelchair and ask— "'Tell me, dear lady, would you do me the honor of marrying me?'

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