Stay With Me Drama Novels & Stories

she said. “ No, tell me one good reason why you want to stay with me? I don’t want you to stay with me , I want you to go faraway from me, go and start your own mafia thing, you want to be a queen in the underworld, isn’t that what you want? I am giving you the chance to be that mafia Queen and you keep telling me you want to stay with me, you want to kill me the second time? Is that it?! I stood up and yelled at her! I walked out of my office. AMOS.

Denis Stoff sang straight into my soul. And I? I had a terrible confusion in my head. The events of the last two days had completely torn me apart and I had no idea what to do, how to actually feel... And besides, I felt more than guilty for betraying David like that. If I hadn't gone to that stupid exam on Friday, everything would have been fine. Or not? “If my heart could sing, would you stay? Would you stay and listen? If my soul was torn apart, would you help? Would you try and fix me? Would you help me get back on track?"

“Don’t die. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just… stay with me.” ***

One of my men said and I shook my head to a no. “No, I want to stay here…” I said and then turned to Dylan to add, “You should go home. I’ll be fine” “What? No. I am not going home… I want to be here with you” Dylan said and crossed his arms against his chest. “Dylan, why would you stay here with me? You can go home…” I told him. “Aiden, I am not going home… Okay? Let’s just stay here and have some drinks and talk…” Dylan said and smiled.

'Alright, go on then, enter the streets, don't blame me when you get mugged or kidnapped. I suddenly feel extremely nervous. I'm not experienced in going out, I never go out. I mean, I used to with Cole bu- 'But that's gone and you are never going to get that again.' I can't go out there alone. But I can't stay here either. I don't want to be trapped here any longer. It's painful. 'Come on Xavier, make your mind up!' I weigh between the two options. Go or stay. Go or stay.

I devoured them almost instantly, at how hungry I was. The night fell soon, and it was time for Amber- yes I got to know her name- to close the shop. Now, the question arises where would I stay the night? “Do you have a place to stay, dear?” I shook my head. Her smile upturned down, “I live with my roommate sharing the place. Where will I have you to stay?” she mumbled the last part to her herself but I heard. “Can I stay here? I will close the shop and can open it early in the morning also.” She looked unconvinced. I didn’t expect her to agree at the bizarre idea.

That night, after calmly arranging his affairs, I took sleeping pills and lay down next to him. “I’ll be with you soon.” When I opened my eyes again, there was a blinding white light. “Are you okay?” I shot upright and realized I was leaning over my desk. The girl next to me was wiping tears from her cheeks, choking on her sobs. “Emma just went off with Callum. Ugh, finally, love triumphs over everything.” My eyes widened as I looked down at the novel in front of me. It was open to the chapter titled “Please Wait for Me.” The illustration showed him holding my hand, standing by the sea, supporting each other through life.

"Why is she staying here with you then if you two were just doing business? The photos spreading are not agreeing with your claim. Just tell me the truth Jake, have you fucked her?" "No." Jake stated firmly. "You know me. I could list up the woman I slept with since we separated and I swear she is not one of them. Sheila is not my type; she is not the type that would go so low just to get promoted. She might be attracted to me but I'm not." He explained. "I should go. I can't think straight. I want to believe you but why is she staying?" "Let me explain. Hear me out." I listened to his explanation.

“Loving me means learning how far I’ll go to keep you. You still want that?” I swallowed. “Yes.” “Then you’re already Luna.”

"You beat something awful once. I've got that same fire. Let me fight this with you." Their eyes shot open. "You... You know?" I nodded. "All of it." Dad started to say something—but passed out mid-breath. I left them to rest and packed for my hometown. Just as I stepped out, Leroy's car rolled up. "Get in." I didn't. Just turned and walked. We were supposed to be done. This wasn't how a soon-to-be-divorced couple acted. But he was relentless. Got out, scooped me up, and dropped me in the passenger seat.