Strawberry Guy Without You Novels & Stories

Shortly afterward, the attractive man reappeared carrying a bowl of strawberries. He was holding them out to me, staring at me. Reaching up through the air, he held aloft a plump, luscious strawberry. He said, "Eat," as he pronounced the final letter, his tongue just brushing the front of his palate. When I attempted to mover closer towards him, I find myself attached to the couch by an unseen force that was encircling my legs and holding me back. He begged again, his mouth twisted in a lovely way, "Come, eat."

Me: Stop it! Mystery man: I'm not even doing anything yet, but you already want me stop. Me: Have you started your new book? Mystery man: Yes, I have. Me: Oh okay. Mystery man: Strawberry, have you had your first kiss before? Me: I won't count it as a first kiss. Mystery man: And why is that? Me: It was a forced one. Mystery man: is he someone you like? Me: I don't know, he has not always been nice to me. But he seems to be changing.

Leo said gruffly and just as he was expecting, I looked at him with a sober stare. “I… I won’t. But I wish we could get it” I said and took another look at the woman. Gosh! The strawberries were looking so red and appetizing. No doubt, they were going to be delicious. “Alright then, let’s look around for some strawberries” he rolled his eyes and I felt like hugging him. We had barely covered a reasonable distance when we came across a group of people, seemingly attacking a man. “I didn’t do it!” The man in the middle of the crowd said.

Over the past three years, I'd bought strawberries countless times, and just as many times I'd heard him frown and say, "Don't eat so many. Strawberries are so sweet. You'll break out in pimples again." I casually picked up an orange and heard Gordon ask me, "Candice, where's Elias?" Everyone looked over. I didn't look up as I peeled the orange. "He had something urgent to take care of." "Looks like you two are a lost cause," Gordon replied, sounding disappointed. "But no worries, the other couple is sure to work out." Ivan's gaze lingered on me for a moment, then moved away. "The documentary's starting." His voice was slightly breathy as he casually handed Rebecca a strawberry, as if it wer

I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later. The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking. When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone. By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce. He didn’t answer. Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat. I opened it. Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

It took her a moment to steady herself as she processed the fact that Raven was standing there because of her. “I’ll start with the obvious,” she said, her voice strained, as she stepped closer to him. “I’m past my fertile window. That’s why this shouldn’t even be happening. I know you're going through a rough time after your breakup with Zerra. You act like it doesn’t bother you, but I can see that it does. You only come to me when you need to feel something, but after that, it’s like nothing ever happened. Honestly, I don’t like it, and I won’t be that person for you. So, fix yourself without using me.”

I say, leaning over to gently lick the strawberry juice off her nipple. “She likes that,” she gasps, her fingers going into my hair and tugging slightly. I growl softly and take longer than I’d planned sucking on her nipple before pulling off. I take the strawberry between my teeth and lean forward, offering for her to bite the other half. When she does, I begin kissing her, chewing the strawberry out of my way but letting the taste of Cyra mingle with the taste of the strawberry.

I sneered. He let out a piercing scream and collapsed on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Through the pain, he still tried to explain himself. "Uncle Jeremiah has stayed away from women for over 30 years. And everyone knows he's infertile because of his condition. I just didn't think he'd marry you and even have a child with you." "And that's your excuse for killing my child? I begged you to make one phone call to confirm it. You refused and even smashed my phone," I retorted.

He was referring to Sophia Moore—my husband, Mason Walker's, first love. It was midday, and the ward was alive with occasional bursts of laughter and conversation from other patients and their families. But at the foot of my bed, there was only emptiness. After sitting in silence for what felt like an eternity, I decided to call Mason. As always, he didn't answer. I scrolled through my social media feed, only to find his latest post. It read, "A once-in-a-lifetime family trip with the one I love." In the photo, Mason and Sophia had their arms around Jackson. They smiled brightly at the camera, their fingers forming a heart. They looked like the perfect family of three.