No Me Quiero Ir Sr Stark Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had never hugged her. "Serranos have invited us over for dinner. Get ready, we are going in 10," Franklin told her. At the mention of their name, a sharp, electric jolt of dread shot through her, her stomach coiling tight. "I..I don't want to go," Sera replied. "They've asked for all of us. Get ready in 10," Franklin commanded before closing the door. She couldn't help but feel anxiety constricting her throat. Serranos had never invited them for dinner like this before. Why now?

I asked, a little breathless. "Do you feel gay?" Stark asked me. I shrugged. "I know that I love you. And I definitely love what just happened." I nervously laughed and he smiled at me. "Well sorry, I'm just not into you, I'm straight." He joked, in a high pitched girly voice. I laughed and shook my head, punching his shoulder again. "Just shut up and kiss me, jerk." I said and I met his lips half way. Only to be interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door.

Gabriel cut her off, then stepped away. My face was heated. I’d always known that Stark was a Casanova of the year, screwing different women here and there, but I didn’t like it very much meeting one of them face to face. I just couldn’t. “Excuse me, Mr. Stark.” I cleared my throat. “I’ll just go to the restroom, and I’m hungry, so…” He frowned and leaned his face slightly into my ear, “Wait for me. I’ll join you,” he said softly, his voice lingering to my deepest core.

"If there were no prophecy. No mate bond. No consequences. No pressure from anyone. No threat of apocalypse or execution or anything else. Just you and your heart. Who would you choose? Me or Stark?" The question cuts deep, slicing through all my carefully constructed defenses. It's the question I've been avoiding asking myself because I already know the answer. Have always known the answer. "Stark." The name comes out as a whisper, but it might as well be a shout. "I'd choose Stark. Every time. In every world. No matter what." Pete flinches. Just slightly, just a tightening around his eyes, but I see it. "I thought so."

“Of course, I care. You’re carrying my child. But this isn’t just about you, Serena. It’s about the pack, about our future. Tesla’s children belong here, not with her.” I stopped pacing, turning to face him. “And what if I say no?” He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Then you’re no use to me.” The threat hung in the air, unspoken but clear. I felt a chill run down my spine, but I held my ground. “You’re willing to send me into danger for your selfish plans. If she spares me, it won’t be because of you. It’ll be because she’s better than you.”