Say Don't Go Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don’t, don’t ruin what we have going on.” “But Aryan...” “I said don’t! if you want to keep being my sub that is.”

"Don't do something so stupid again." "I can't promise that, but do you know how it feels like to jump down from the 101st floor?"

The taxi rolled through the bustling streets. I leaned back in the seat, sunlight pouring through the glass and warming my face, yet I felt numb to its gentleness. The warmth I once knew had been buried along with my mother and baby. The driver, an elderly man with silver hair, glanced at me through the rearview mirror. After a pause, he said softly, “Don’t look back, sweetheart. Look ahead.” He spoke the words I hadn’t dared to say aloud: “Look ahead”.

“Please… do everything you can so it goes away. Everything.” “Trust me,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m not going anywhere without a fight. Now get some rest. You sound exhausted.”

“Just do it.” “I hope I never get on your bad side.” “Pray that you never get on my bad side,” I snapped, and hung up.

My mother let out a soft sigh of relief, wrapping her arm around Richard's shoulder. "Alright," Richard said quietly, rubbing his temples. "Alright. I'll have our legal team issue a formal cease-and-desist to the blogs immediately. Leon, leave them alone." Leon opened his mouth to protest, but Richard cut him off with a look. "We'll talk more when your mother and I land on Sunday. Goodnight, kids." "Goodnight, Dad. Night, Mom," Lael said, reaching forward and ending the call. The screen went black. The heavy, suffocating silence of the study rushed back in. Leon gave us both one last murderous glare before turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him as he exited the room.

Only he does not know! I do not love you, so you do not fall in love with me... "I said I don't love you. I don't, I don't, I don't! Say it 10000 times that I don't love you!" "Lucien, you scum, I will never love you in my life!"

“I don’t want to go ba​ck to that sc⁠hool.” “Okay.” “Okay?” “⁠If you don’t want to go back, you don’​t go b‌a‌ck. We‌’l⁠l figur‍e som⁠ething else out.”​ Amon turns ar​ou‌nd. “Sarah—” “He’s not going b⁠ack to a place that makes him feel worse. En​d of dis‌cus‌sion.” ⁠For once, A‌mon doesn't argue.​

“I don’t know what to do.” Before Britney could answer, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and quickly answered. “Hello?” She listened for a moment, then her expression changed—her body tensed, and her eyes darted toward Anastasia. After a short exchange, Britney hung up and turned to them. “I’m so sorry, Anastasia,” she said urgently. “I have to go. It’s an emergency.” Anastasia wiped her face and nodded. “It’s okay, I understand.”

And even though Sean's offer seemed so tempting, Renee didn't dare. “I won't bother you.” Sean raised an eyebrow to see Renee looking doubtful. “I won't bother you, Renee,” the man repeated his words. “I won't even stand up from this chair.” Renee looked at Sean suspiciously. “Can't I borrow these books and take them to my room?”