One That Didnt Get Away Novels & Stories

If she doesn't want to stay with me, I am going to let her go. ***************************************** So guys I will write Nala's POV about the last call and her POV on what just happened so please don't get confused. Please vote. ***************************************** Nala's POV Don has been gone for a long time now. I just want him to know how much I love him. The thought of him not coming back bothers me a lot. I decide to call him. I pick up my phone and dial his number. He didn't pick up. I try again. And again.

His tyres screeched and sprung into movement but what he'd seen wasn't the most puzzling part of it all for Eallric as he drove out of the clearing mist. Still in a frenzy, Eallric stole a glance at his dashboard. Somehow, a few words had been etched on his dashboard and he saw it before it faded. The words said; “DO NOT tell a soul, or else...” ** The rest of Saturday and Sunday was uneventful for Gerey. Other than spending quality time talking to Mrs. Engow on Saturday evening, his mind kept reflecting back to the strange empty book (that could speak) when he got home.

It looks like their date won’t be there any more As he was still in a deep thought, a call came through “Boss, she has escaped “

Maybe that’s why it stayed uninhabited. “Let’s get back to the pack house,” I said, shifting into Thor, and Sinclair shifted into Mali. We ran with everything we had to get back to the pack house. When we got back, we shifted back, and Aiden was coming back as well. He saw our faces and threw a shirt to Sinclair and a pair of shorts to me. “You two alright?” Aiden asked. “No,” I said seriously. “Do you know why Blackclaw was never purchased until now, Aiden?”

Since when does a basic blood donation turn you into a Victorian ghost? But of course, Michael ate it up. He whipped the car around without missing a beat. "I'm coming to get you. Hang tight, okay?" Kallie's voice perked up—briefly—then went syrupy again. "No, really, don't. I'll be fine. I don't want you to miss your marriage registration..." "You don't have to say anything else. I'm on my way!" He hung up, then turned to me like he was giving orders.

“Just call me.” He doesn’t look at me when he says it. I watch him walk away, my pulse still racing, my body still caught in the echo of his hands. Last night didn’t happen. Except my body knows better. And so does his.

He shouted against the loud music, unheard. Until he just found himself seated in Allen's car, unable to refuse him now. They both went off to who knows where. Primo's fingers were fidgeting, hesitating to ask where he's gonna take him. Biting his lips, glancing at him in the hope he's gonna speak, but he does not. So he drop the idea of asking him their destination and just let himself be led.

Did I underestimate his courage, or was it their love I misjudged? "Kiss her! Kiss her!" The crowd's cheers grew louder and louder. However, what Chris did next completely took me by surprise. He didn't kiss Kaia. Instead, he grabbed her and roughly pulled her off the stage. When they passed by me, he paused. "Wait here for me. I'll come find you soon," he said, before turning away and leaving with Kaia. Of course, I wasn't going to wait here for him. Barefoot, I walked toward the beach, wanting to feel the breeze.

A ping on my phone distracts me and I scramble to check what it was. It was a message from Williams and it makes my breath hitch. “Do not screw this up Stephanie. Your son is only a bullet away” The message read and my hand shook. I really can’t screw this up

People around them pointed and whispered, watching him like he was a joke. I did not look back. Through the glass doors, I saw him being dragged away in disgrace. Ethan lifted his head and asked in a soft voice, “Who was that?” I smiled, squeezed his hand, and walked toward the car waiting by the roadside. “A mistake from the past. We won’t be seeing him again.”