She's The One He Won't Let Go Novels & Stories

"I was gonna ask you for money back then, but nah—I needed to blow off some steam. Took it out on your wife." He shot Quincey a look. "Figured you still had a thing for her. Why else would you be here? I'm not greedy—just a hundred grand. Pay up, and she walks." Unreal. The guy didn't even notice Maverick's face turning to stone. Above them, I caught someone slipping in through a side door. Backup? Tony scoffed. "Hundred not enough? Fine—three hundred. Keep stalling, and the price goes up. She's a ballerina, right? What if I crush her legs—how's that for payment?"

Tears slipped down her cheeks. “Henry,” she finally whispered, “I never needed the world to see me. Only you. And now… you’ve given me more than I ever dreamed.” Henry knelt at her side, gripping her hands. “They’ll see you tomorrow, Mama. Not as outcast. Not as shadow. But as my crown.” She drew him close, pressing her forehead to his. No more words were needed. That night, Henry rehearsed his speech again and again. He didn’t stumble. He didn’t hesitate. Each word felt carved from his bones, each sentence carried the rhythm of truth.

Apart from this, he has a lot of work to do. "Leave me! Let go!" She kept struggling in his hermetic hold but he didn't lose it. Although, he just gripped it more firmly, tightly and aggressively. She was uselessly trying to free herself, knowing very well that the man wasn't going to leave her at any cost. She was His! He had made it clear in the very first meeting that Heer is only his.

But, he didn't want her in trouble and he didn't know what would happen to the pack if they lost their Luna. "C'mon. It's my last day before I have to go on this scary mission. Are you going to ignore me for the rest of it? Not going to give me cuddles to help me feel brave? How is the Prince going to save his Princess with no cuddles? Hmm?" He hopped none of his men were outside listening otherwise he'd never hear the end of it. Although, the smile on his mate's face was worth it as she snuggled into his chest.

"L-let me go." She's telling him to let her go, but the truth is, she doesn't want him to let go. She wanted his touch. She wanted his eyes to focus only on her. She wanted him to hold her. Gentle or not, she doesn't care as long as she can feel his touch.

So I went to the one place where I know she can get high peacefully. I drove us to the lake, where the bonfire was held, but no one really goes here that much. I was actually supposed to spend a few hours here, if it weren’t for fucking Tristan. “You’re not gonna rape me, are you?” She asks me. “No, I’m not going to, but if I had left you alone at that stupid party, you would have been,” I answer. I was startled by her question, but the ire that I’m feeling right now is too much, I have to let it out somehow.

She raged. He watched her intently as his lips formed a thin line. “Stop talking.” “You’re all the same. All of you!” She spat in anger. Cursing under his breath, he yanked her by the wrist. “Will you just listen?” “Let go of me!” “Only if you stop fighting me.” He said, refusing to let her go. “Let go!” She fought violently to free herself from his grip but he held on tightly. It was like something had come undone inside of her and she needed to let it out before it consumed her.

At the end of the day, she was the only one who could satisfy the one need he could not deny himself. Adrian might ignore her at a party, he might humiliate her in front of their peers, but when he needed relief, when he needed that release, he would always come crawling back to her. She was the one he had to have, she was the one he gave a ring. Not Serena, not the other women who were secretly hoping they could steal him away. She closed her eyes, letting the vibration of the car engine run through her. It was a small, cold comfort, but it was still her. He was still hers.

He asked her, and she closed her eyes. She rolled her eyes as she took in a deep inhale. “I’ve told you, there’s nothing wrong. Let go of me.” She told him as she continued to try and get away from him, but she couldn’t. She kept on struggling, but he held on to her very tightly. Despite holding on to her tightly, he made sure he was very careful, and as such, didn’t hurt her. “Let go of me, leave me.” She told him, and he refused.

It contained a single candid photo of a woman in a white dress pulling a suitcase through the airport Along with it was a short note: "Do you know her? Her name is Kaylee White. She’s Keith Walton’s first love." "Keith never treated Kaylee the way he treated other women. She’s back now…" "Do you really think you can hold on to him?" … Honestly, this kind of childish provocation felt like something straight out of an elementary school playground. It wasn’t even worth a second of my time.