Ride Or Die: The President’s Regret Novels & Stories

“Mind your tone, Mr. President. It’ll do you more good than harm.” The President slowly lowered his finger, stiff as a board. His face had gone gray. Every exit had been sealed. He had no moves left. He turned his face away bitterly. “History’s always written by the victors. I admit defeat.” Diego let out a small laugh. He raised a hand, and Nash respectfully passed him the gun. He weighed it idly in his palm. “How dull. Idris, I’ll leave things down here to you. It’s time someone put an end to this mess in Demerra.”

that I would remain exposed, unmarked, and unnoticed. She wanted more than just me gone.She wished for me to be forgotten. FINAL SCENE I shut the book and turned to face the others. "We've been waiting for this," I remarked. "It's not a narrative. Not a theory." “Proof," Reyna uttered softly. "Of everything," Rico continued. I no longer felt a sense of dread from the weight in my chest.Gravity was the sensation. heavy. grounding. Actual. My story had been rewritten once by Cerra. I was going to write the truth now.

There’s something about that looks that burns deep in my soul. “Then, I’m afraid, Dima. The government will retaliate against you once they find out you’re unwilling to agree to their bargain. And you know what that means…?” The president’s PA pauses to huff a breath. “They’ll hunt you down for what happened at the club. They already hate the fact you caused chaos the moment you stepped into the States. It’s either you side with them or you leave U.S soil.”

Roman won’t let me die that easily, not after what I did to him in the past. The car is in motion, transporting me to God knows where. Every little bump the car meets on the way is sent straight to my head and my groan of pain is muffled by whatever has been used to seal my lips shut. My body aches all over and although accustomed I am to this level of pain by now, it never gets easier. My biggest regret is not falling down that roof when I had the chance to. Kian’s words had gotten to me. “Why do you have to die?” He had asked.

He knocked on the table impatiently, and under the heavy gesture, the wooden desk made a heavy sound, "But I am very pissed! Even for the sake of the Winters family, I can't tolerate this woman anymore. What do you think I should do?" "President, it's against the law to hire someone to kill her." Greg didn't even remember how long it had been since he had seen such a president whose face was full of murderous intent. Especially this year, because of Young Madam, the president seemed to have changed into another person. But now, the change seemed to have been reverted, and the most bandit man had returned.

The tyrant who commanded almost everything, almost all because not in her. "Irony is that they managed to get recordings of a death like that, as if it wasn't casually something premeditated, isn't it?" You can't even pretend anymore that you hate me and you're itching to get rid of me. - At last she revealed the palpable dislike in words. The man anticipated being surprised that she had been able to expose that they were antagonists in totality, water and oil. "I'm just here to carry out a national protection action." - He said seriously. Karila couldn't help but snort and roll her eyes at the president, refusing to behave like one around a man who brought her so much revulsion at that mome

“You still have one choice left.” I laughed weakly. “A choice?” “Yes. Fight.” I slammed my hand against the desk hard enough to rattle the glass. “With what?!” I shouted. “Hope?! Patriotism?! Speeches?!” My breathing became uneven. “We are outmatched in every possible way. Every weapon we build becomes his weapon. Every system we create becomes his system. There’s no battlefield left to defend!” The room fell silent again. Finally Eli spoke. “If you surrender… history will remember you as the president who handed America away.”

"It was my fault. I let things happen to Miss Daisy." It wasn't really Mrs. Hayes's fault. She just loved Mama too much. Everyone here was crying. They were all in pieces. I drifted around the room, but I couldn't wipe anyone's tears for them. I think Daisy did something wrong again. At the funeral. The girl in the open casket was wearing a pretty dress, her eyes closed. She looked like me, and didn't look like me. Pa came in. He was dragging one leg behind him. The second he saw me lying there in the box, his face lit up, and he rushed over.

She wanted to spend her last days with me, to have some peace and quiet. "I said yes, of course. Then I watched as the sickness took her away, bit by bit, until she was gone. "I'm the one who sent that message." Janet showed him the chat on the phone again. "Lily got so sick she couldn't even text back, but she was really looking forward to this wedding. "She couldn't see anymore, but I wanted to make her dream come true, so I told you to get ready." Edison's eyes were stuck on the dark letters of the report, and a cold feeling spread from his fingers to his heart.

"You can't hold me out of my will. You can't do that!" Henry chuckled. "Watch me." He simply waved at Martins and Lauren was dragged now towards the guest room. “Diana will never come back to you!” she shouted over her shoulder as she was pulled away. “Never!” Her laughter echoed down the hallway until the door shut behind them. Silence fell heavily over the living room. Henry stood there for a moment, breathing hard. Then the anger drained out of him, leaving something much worse behind. Regret. He exhaled slowly and sank back into the couch. His elbows rested on his knees as he stared down at the floor.