Stay For Me Novels & Stories

I instantly knew the answer I was looking for. Flashback “This is your home. You can stay as long as you want or forever. I’ll share my security code with you. You can come back any time in the future, Daniella. Just send me a message and I’ll come over to live with you.” “Anytime in the future? What if I need a place to stay after ten years?” She winked at me, but I was deadly serious. I had meant every word I said. “If I’m alive, I’ll join you.”

Because sometimes— It just means you last a little longer. “You’re stubborn,” I say. “You’re still here.” That— That is not the argument he thinks it is. And yet— I don’t deny it. Because for the first time in a very long time— I’m not gone. Not yet. Because the longer I stay— The stronger the bond becomes. And if it keeps growing like this… I may not be able to leave him at all.

“Lock her up. Without my permission, no one is allowed to let her out. Once I’ve talked things through with Mr. Jackson, we’ll send her straight over.” The housekeeper dragged me away and threw me into the basement. Every day, they only gave me a bowl of oats, and after just two days, I barely had the strength to stand. On the third day, the iron door to the basement creaked open, and three familiar figures walked in. Liam stood in front of me, frowning as he shook his head with a sigh. “Seriously, why put yourself through this?” he said. “We grew up together. It’s not like we would really abandon you. If you kneel and apologize to Bella, she wouldn’t make things difficult for you. She’s so

Yet we've come this close, but we're still apart. He jokingly pressed my palms to his chest and said, "I'm warm, you can come to me." My heart twitched a little; if I didn't already know him, I'd probably started to fall in love with him by now. "Hey, stop that. Anyway, how long are you staying? It seems like I see you every two months or so," I wrenched away from him in my utmost natural and steady reflex. "I don't mind staying here permanently since I need to make sure the port's forwarding function is operating smoothly, and one thing is for sure that it is because you are living here," he said.

"I'm thinking, two to three weeks. Or maybe a month." "Good!" pasigaw kong sabi. "We really need to catch up with each other. Where will you stay?" "In a hotel room, I guess," she frowned a little, halatang nagpapa-awa. "I have my condominium now." Pagyayabang ko. "Dun ka na lang kaya magstay para magkasama tayo." "Really? You'll let me stay with you?" her face brightened. "Of course. You're my best friend." I tugged on her hand.

Because it seems everywhere I go I feel like a victim eaten up fast For once I plead Someone to ask me Will you please..." " It's not the right time. I have to go home and do it." He says. I can hear the confusion in his voice. I continue the poem in my head. 'Will you please... stay.' Yes, that's it! I need to note this down. I grab a sticky note which I store in my pocket. I write down 'stay' with my the only pen I have, a red ballpoint.

Her father had left her too not so long after but at least he had the decency to tell her that she probably wouldn’t see him again for a long while and took her over to his mother’s place to stay, leaving her at the door with some money and two bags filled with groceries. “Miss? Are you alright, miss?”.

"STAY!" My eyes shoot at his blazing ones, and I would give the world to know how my weak ones look right now. I stay? Did I hear that right? He must be joking, or maybe I misheard. "Excuse me?" I implore. "Yes. For one week." Ahem! "One week? For what exactly? Or better still, why? You should..."

I added. There was silence, within the living room. I shrugged inwardly. Perhaps that was all. I stood up, made to leave the room. This time, aiming for getting some rest before Agathe came with Treasure. "What about staying for another two months?" Time stopped for a moment. I flipped around, processing his words. "What?" My shock wasn't unnoticed. "I think it's best if you stay a little longer... for you and your child's sake."

I turn around with a confused look, "Yeah..?" We've fucked, he's had his orgasm, I've had my orgasms, am I missing something? "You can stay if you want, you're not working tomorrow right?" "But it's Friday night," we agreed I'll only stay on Saturday and Sunday night. "I don't mind." I do mind. I want my own space, as promised.