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

he replied. The person in front of her shifted slightly, not backing down, not stepping away, just enough to make it clear they weren’t giving up control of the moment yet, even if it had already changed. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be,” they said. “No,” he replied calmly, “you already did that when you came for her.” That line landed differently, because it wasn’t defensive, it was accusatory, and it carried something else. 'History. Connection. “You don’t get to decide how this ends,” they said.

I knew he too was trying to gauge the former president's reaction. 'I placed a call to the council president telling him that if those wicked perpetrators are not punished appropriately I will lead a massive protest that will rock the council to its gates myself,' the former president said passionately. 'Dad said the present president is a good person like you. I believe he will do the needful,' Dominus said. 'I am sorry to say this and I know I shouldn't be saying this but I am actually happy about the vice president's death. He deserved it but what was more deserving was for him to be left to the mob to do as they pleased,' the former president was really angry.

he asked, a dirty smirk playing on his lips. “I choose Etta,” I said without hesitation. But before I could process the weight of my words, his hands slid from my thighs to my dick, making me tremble. “Let’s not do this again,” I whispered, struggling to steady myself. I was about to say more when my phone buzzed sharply, snapping both our heads toward it. It wasn’t just any notification. It was a news alert. BREAKING NEWS: AI SCIENTIST AND PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE LINKED TO THE DEATH OF JACKSON STERLING.

Like what happened with his vines, he fell on the ground with his body stiff, blood no longer trickling at his neck, becoming rather frozen. Hera leaned at the wall with a sigh, closing her eyes as tears trickled past her cheeks. At last she was free, they were free. The fact of the president’s death had not yet sink in, but she knew soon enough it would come out as nothing but an ugly scar meant to be forgotten.

Irene bit her lips and in a shaky voice she answered, "No." "Then look at me." He ordered. 'Let's get this over with and leave. Don't be scared, don't... ' Taking a deep breath, Irene looked up and she blinked her eyelids in nervousness. Until now, she didn't notice how close he stood but now, her head touched against his and his lis were fewer inches apart from hers. Forget about being scared, she felt her heart beat weirdly in her chest. "Presi-dent." "I didn't kill her, I have nothing to do with her death."

We washed and changed before sleeping. ••••••••• The next morning we woke up and got the news from one of the doctors treating Ryan that he couldn’t make it. He lost a lot of blood on his way to the hospital and eventually died while they were operating on him and surprisingly I didn’t feel anything after getting that news. ~~~~~~~~ I hope I didn't make anyone mad with the few chapters. I apologize if I did🙏🫶❤️

The glorious was an irony. All three of them crashed heavily with their knees on the ground, staining it with their blood and sweat and I stared between with a mixture of emotions. — Anger, disappointment, and readiness. I raised my hand and the hall went silent at once. I brought my hand back down to realize there was one sound that hadn’t gone quiet. The sound of Ralph growling. I smiled again. “I don’t regret anything! I want you to know this Isla!” Ralph bawled, struggling against the chains that were retraining him. “You deserve to die!”

Diego asked Griffin. Griffin who was upset about everything going on around shot a cold glare at Diego. "Why did I do it?" Griffin scoffed. "Are you seriously asking me that fucking question when you are literally stealing everything from me?!.. you said you have no interest of becoming the president then why?! Why do you keep standing in my way after all my hardwork!!" Diego stood unaffected. "I was wrong about you. You're the same as those foolish being craving for power. I had no interest in that position.. I had even pleaded with grandpa to give you that position but still, you stabbed me in the back"

“It doesn’t win elections. It doesn’t stop wars or keep the markets from collapsing. The truth tears everything down.” “And lies?” Lorenzo’s tone was razor-edged. “They hold nothing together, Mr. President. They just rot from the inside.” I turned away from him, pacing. “You think I haven’t sacrificed enough? You think I wanted this? Every decision I made was for this country. Every secret I buried was to keep the world from burning.” Lorenzo stepped forward, his voice low. “You buried more than secrets. You buried people. And sooner or later, the ground gives way.”

“What do we do, Mr. President?” Jay tightened his jaw. “I want them dead, then fed to the sharks.” Grayson sucked in a cold breath! The gears in his brain began to churn. ‘The president and missus were childhood lovers. Despite having experienced death and loss, the president has loved and hated the missus, yet this entanglement seems never-ending.