Stay A Little Longer Book Novels & Stories

One wall featured a built-in bookshelf, its shelves lined with an impressive collection of business and strategy books and a few personal mementos that hinted at the CEO's journey and achievements. A plush, dark grey rug covered the hardwood floor, adding a touch of comfort without detracting from the room's commanding presence. In the corner, a sleek bar cart held an array of fine whiskeys and crystal glasses, a subtle nod to his refined tastes and appreciation for the finer things in life.

I asked, moving toward them and sinking to the floor. “Mommy, are the people gone?” Mabel asked, her voice small. “They’re…working on it, honey,” I said, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, trying to keep my hands steady. “But we’re going to stay in here for a while. What do you think about a little story time?” She nodded, though I could see the worry still lingering in her eyes. I reached for one of their favorite books, The Little Prince, opening it and starting to read in the brightest, most animated voice I could muster, hoping to drown out any sound from outside with cheerful voices and laughter.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

' They'll wish we'd taken them out with a single bullet. I returned his smile, pulled my child closer, and walked back to the comfort of our home. It was not long before Derick and Jasmine were locked away. With the White family's 'special care,' their time in the slammer was a living nightmare. By the time Ayden turned 10 years old, the worn-out pair was released. Derick's first move as a free man was to divorce Jasmine and try to track down Ayden and me. Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family.

Thank you for staying. More soon.

Should I try to win her again? Give me a little place beside you, I will stay here forever. ____________________________________ Next will be updated soon. The story is coming to an end. Few chapters are left. Don’t forget to like and comment. Don’t forget to follow me here and on I*******m, the link is available in my bio. Or you can simply search marwians. I purple you

On the day Evan Carter was supposed to meet my adoptive parents, his phone was turned off all day. As my future husband, he had confidently promised me the night before that he would win my parents over. Yet even after the server had refilled our glasses for the sixth time, I still couldn’t reach him. A few hours later, I came across a post from Evan’s assistant, Maya Collins. In the photos, Evan was sitting on her family’s couch with bags of expensive gifts around him, keeping her parents company. The caption read: “My family has been pressuring me to get married nonstop. Thank you to my amazing boss for stepping in and pretending to be my boyfriend so I could get through this!” Evan