Oh Hold On Novels & Stories

Ezra mused under his breath. I was about to answer when my phone started ringing, I thought it could be my parents checking that everything was fine, however when I took the cell phone out of my pocket I found that it was an unknown number bothering me again. I was thoughtful for a moment and Ana returned with my order wrapped. “Anything else Kim?” “Do you have mobile numbers by any chance?” "Of course," she answered nervously, unable to ignore Ezra's presence.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

I slightly relax. “Hello Onda, I’m Brian but my friends call me Burly.” As they should. He holds out his hand and I stare the hand the size of my head for a second before shaking it. “Can you believe that she’s been here even longer than me? She’s been on her own for a few years.”

Oliver's thighs bounded excitedly as he sat waiting, he couldn't quite believe how fast it was that his assistant managed to get him a girlfriend, he just hoped she wouldn't be as boring as the last one. "What's taking her so long, I don't like to be kept waiting, or is she planning to bail on me," he said gasping. No one ghosted Oliver Leo, this was unacceptable, he thought as his gaze darted to the door. He checked his watch, an hour had passed.

I look to London, who's on his feet, holding onto his jaw. " Kea." He starts saying but I plead with my eyes for him to leave and after some time , he walks out. Giving me a last glance on his way out. There's a heavy tense silence when we're left alone. I don't know what to think about what just happened. I'm too stunned to move. " Akiandra come here." I hesitantly walk over to him, gulping when in front of him. He releases a breath before reaching out his hand to touch me, but I flinch back.

I really struggle to get out the words and that wasn't my plan for this story. So for now (and until who knows when), Pretty Little Fears will be on an indefinite hold. I apologize once again and thank you for following this story up to this point. I can't thank y'all enough! CJ 💚

He'd even taken out the black ring, the one that marked the Donna. But in the end, all he did was let me look at it. Could I really ever wear it? Thinking of that, I let out a tired sigh. Just then, the door opened. Julian stood in the doorway. "The West Harbor thing. Handled?" I didn't turn around. I just reached up to slide the album back onto the shelf. But it was only halfway in when his hand closed over my wrist. His eyes landed on the album's cover, and his voice eased.

“She is not ready.” “She will be.” “And the boy?” Lorne sneered. “Still loyal. But he’s unraveling.” There was a long pause before the voice replied. “Then the time is near.” Lorne withdrew his hand, and the mirror went still. He turned away, walking across the room to where a photo lay on a desk—an old, worn snapshot of a girl with honey-brown eyes and an awkward smile. A young Riley Carter. He traced her face with a finger. “You don’t even remember who you are. But you will.”