Please Throw Me Away Novels & Stories

JayPark looked at me and smirked, "Do you feel that I love your body? Do you want to like me time again?" I was surprised in anger, was he crazy when he insulted my feelings before!? Now you're saying it like it's nothing? I looked at him and said, "You go away I wouldn't love you even if I did!" “ really are stubborn.” He let go of my hands all over my body. Standing up, he threw his vest aside, unbuttoned my shirt a few more buttons, and then he carried me in the other direction, trying hard to ask, "You Where are taking me?"

Jenifer spoke and Amyla just looked at her like crazy. “Are you not letting me in?” Jenifer asked “Nope…my parents’ house is meant for those who stay and are honest. Not hypocrites” Amyla replied, and Jenifer was shocked “ok… This friendship is over” Jenifer announced and Amyla chuckled “There was never a friendship… To clarify your statement, it was a dishonest-ship, wicked-ship, and a mockery-ship. So, you must be mistaken. And I forgive you for what you have done. You know what I mean. But I quit giving you access to use and make fun of me. I think you should keep your distance from me and my family. Never pass by my house because you have never done that, and I bet you would love the lif

She fished out a miniature glass ball from her pocket and whispered to Tom. “Throw this at that black smoke.” Tom nodded, took the little ball, and with all his might, threw it at the black mist. As the ball whisked through the air, Suzanne urgently whispered a small chant. And just as the ball neared the mist, it transformed into a shimmering white net and engulfed the mist. The mist did not struggle. In fact, it looked as if it had given up.

It wasn't until I landed in a small town on the other side of the world that I turned it back on. The moment I turned it on, a cascade of alerts and messages came pouring in. After I blocked her number, Beverly used a new number to message me. Beverly: "Raymond, why did you do this? Even if you had to sell your shares, you could've sold them to me. Why Erika?" Beverly: "Could you just pick up the phone? Or at least text me back!" Beverly: "Just say something. I really can't lose you!"

What note? "No." Marcus pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to me. It looks like a copy of a letter. My tears start falling as I read it. Dear Teegan, We're so sorry that we were unable to raise you. Our family is under attack, and the infants are being kidnapped at an alarming rate. We have asked for help from some of the surrounding towns, but we're too scared to take the chance of you being one of the casualties. We thought it best to have you raised by others until we get this sorted out so we can keep you safe. We dropped you off at the fire station, hoping you would be adopted into a good family. We hope to meet you one day, but we'll let it be your choice. Look for Silver Moon, an

someone growls in the crowd. “This is ridiculous! How can the Omega be wolfless! We can't have a wolfless Luna! Goddess forbid!” The disgust and disbelief very glaring in their voices bombard my ears. “Moon goddess please, don't let me be put to shame.” I am almost breaking down in tears as the eruption from the people is getting worse. In the helplessness of the moment, I look at Alpha Thorne and the sheer disappointment in his face can melt a rock. “Give me some time…I can do this…”

And strangely, that uncertainty felt liberating. I reached into my pocket, pulling out the phone with the cracked screen. I stared at it for a moment. If I turned it on, there might be notifications or incoming calls from Dad or his people. Without a second thought, I took out the SIM card from inside, then threw it into the sea. That tiny object vanished, swallowed by the waves, sinking to the bottom of the ocean along with the remnants of my old life.

This time, I had been given something I didn't intend to waste. I would cherish those who were truly good to me and take my future firmly into my own hands. —The End

Absolutely not. “You die,” I told it, throwing it straight into the toss pile. And that’s how it went for the next fifteen minutes. Keep. Toss. Toss. Keep. Toss. Burn. Toss. Why do I even own this? Toss. By the time I was done, there was a depressingly small “keep” pile and a mountain of rejects that looked like they'd been dragged through a frat house on a Saturday night.

He sat on the ground and cried, clutching the key like it could still mean something. "You said you'd love me forever. Those were your words. "I haven't talked to Miranda in a long time. I took your advice and told her to hire a caregiver. She won't bother us anymore. I'll go abroad with you, just the two of us. We can start over, okay?" Thousands of steps, and every one was soaked in memories. They flooded back like a tidal wave in my mind. But for all those steps, there were so few good memories. What remained were his desperate outbursts and painful woes.