Say Don't Go Novels & Stories

“Stay here. Whatever happens, don’t ever go outside. Wait for us. I will come back. I promise.” “Oh, God, no. You can’t do this. Do you even know how to use that? Why do you have to do this? I thought…”

"Next time, don’t agree to what you don’t fully understand." My jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth might shatter. Motherfucker.

“Don’t get all sappy on me now. We’re not done.” I groaned. “What now?” Sophia grinned wide enough to be dangerous. “Go get dressed. We're going out ”

“ I got detention for being late.” “ Why don’t you take your car?” I followed him to the kitchen. “ Because I am scared, Dad. I don’t want to get into an accident.” He swatted my hands from the refrigerator. “ Believe in yourself. Tomorrow I will drop you at school but you have to rely on yourself.” I nodded like a bobblehead and he gave me his version of energy drink. I made a face to it but drank it anyway. “ Now go freshen up. We are going out for dinner.”

"Lincoln..." "You should go, Gemma! Don't keep them waiting. I'll follow you inside." "I appreciate it." I silently mouthed the words, then opened the vehicle door.

“And be sure to stay away from the window.” “Damon…” “I don't care what you're going to say right now, if they're starting to make their move, then I do not want you to get caught in it. Do you understand me, Sienna…?”

"And don't think of running away. You don't want to do that." I nodded, he was right, I don't want to do that. "Go on," he urged, "your time starts now."

“I didn’t mean to.” “You missed his final breath.” Ethan stepped forward. “I was wrong. I see that now. I’ll fix everything—” “You can’t fix a heartbeat that’s already stopped.” He sank to his knees beside the bed. “Please. I’ll do anything.” Grace looked at him, tears finally falling. “Then let me go.” “No.” “I’m not asking.” “I love you.” “You don’t even know what love is.” He reached for her hand. “Grace, don’t do this.”

Just don't let it get out publically you're having fun with him. Me: I won't. Don't worry. It won't leave this house.

Bells. Smashing glass. “So here’s what I’m asking you to do. No, scratch that. This is what you need to do. Go to the hospital and get checked. Get the fucking treatment. After that, do something good for yourself. Get a massage or eat something decent—but don’t you dare drink. Okay? Do you hear me on that one, Danny? Don’t you dare drink. Once you’re done, I want you to come back here and pack.” Another pregnant pause.