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

The sound of it rushed across her skin, searing its way down to the pit of her stomach and making her feel desire like she never had before. Let it go. He's not interested in broken down chunky girls. He wants someone who takes care of themselves. That's certainly not you. "Be at the gym at seven tonight. If you're not... I'm going to come and get you myself." "Hogtie the hog?" She steeled her features, forcing herself to look hateful. He started to respond before shaking his head and letting out a short, angry breath. Turning on his heel he walked out, letting the door slam.

trying to loosen my grip, but baby I once held your hands and never let it go. I have made so many mistakes in my life..but I won't do more now..I will make you fall in love with me..again and again..and will cage you so bad..that you will never let it go. Stop thinking about letting go right now she is with me, that all matters.. "The place where no one will disturb us" I said and made her sit in my car adjusting her seat and drove towards where there will be only us and no one else.

𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 she can't help the feelings and deaire 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗� �� 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 to go f*ck another woman at home.

she hissed at him making him look at her confusingly. "Why don't you let me in and don't even let go? What do you even want from me because I couldn't understood it till now and now I'm tired. So, please tell me what do you even want from me or let me go." she yelled at him making his confusion to clear and he understood that she is asking him to let her go.

And she'll open up even more, giving him more info. His plan was solid but he wasn't sure it'll be this easy to lure her in. Though she gave him the toughest time but still. In the end, she was in his, arms just like he wanted. "Let go, someone might see us," She whispered a little panicked pushing at his chest. "Why should I listen? Did you listen to me?" He grumbled. "Fine, I'll listen to you so let go." She demanded and he quietly let her go as she stepped away from him, straightening her clothes, though he looked like he was almost sulking.

“Then let the fire burn. But don’t let it consume you.” She leaned into him. “He wants a queen. I’ll give him one.”

For a moment, he forgot what he had wanted to say. Up close, she looked even more settled. Not happier in the loud, obvious way people tried to show after a breakup. Just quieter inside herself. Her makeup was light, her cheeks a little flushed from the cold, and there was a small gold ring on her right hand that he did not recognize. "How are you?" he asked. "I'm good." He nodded, then glanced toward Julian, who had stayed by the SUV with her folder in his hand. "You're still with him." "Yes."

"Money. Power. A title. Name it. It's yours." "What I want, you can never give me." I wrenched my hand free and backed toward the door. "What do you want?" There was a hint of desperation in his voice. "Freedom." The word hit him like a bullet. Damien's face turned to stone. "Freedom?" he scoffed. "I gave you a palace. Cars. A black card with no limit. Women would kill for your life." "Then go find one of them." I reached for the door, but it was locked.

“She didn’t choose. She made a mistake.” “A mistake?” I repeated, laughing softly even as my heart fractured. “Arden, the Goddess doesn’t make mistakes.” “She does,” he said, bitterness thick in his tone. “Because my real mate—the one who holds my heart—she’s back.” The world tilted. For a second, everything went quiet. Then I heard it—the faint, almost imperceptible click of heels on stone. I turned. She was there. Standing under the archway, bathed in the red glow of the Blood Moon. lyra. The woman he once loved. The one who vanished five years ago, leaving him hollow and unreachable.

Once again, I had an episode. My best friend rushed forward and snatched the knife from my hand, her face twisted with resentment. "How long are you going to keep this up? You think you can act however you want just because you have depression? No wonder Nolan left you!" I froze. My best friend, however, looked relieved. "I should have told you sooner. Nolan specifically asked me to stay with you today because he was afraid you'd try to ruin his wedding to Evelyn." She blocked the doorway, looking self-righteous. "Let me make this clear. Even if you cut your wrists and died right here today, you still can't keep trying to come between them. So what if you once helped Nolan? After all t