Strawberry Guy Without You Novels & Stories

"I got rid of all the strawberries." Evelyn stared at the guy in astonishment. She had always loved strawberry cakes, even when she was a kid. However, she never liked the strawberries. That was something only the people closest to her knew. She wondered how the stranger in front of her could know that. She also wondered if that was just a coincidence or if they had met somewhere else before. Dennis saw the cute, surprised look on Evelyn's face and chuckled. "The strawberries in this cake are especially sour. I thought that you probably wouldn't enjoy it, so I decided to help you get rid of it. That didn't upset you, did it?"

nowhere in sight. “Mary, are you there?” I called out but heard no response in return. I walked inside the kitchen and found a note stuck on the refrigerator. ‘Went out for gorcery shopping. Will be home soon.’ - Mary I smiled at the note and went upstairs to my room to change into my SpongeBob PJ’s. After studying for a bit, I decided to take a break and grabbed my laptop. I tried my best to ignore all the notifications I received on I*******m as I didn’t have the heart to look at it. I noticed that only I was tagged in all of the videos and not him. Out of curiosity, I searched for his name and got no results on I*******m. Weird. It was the same on F******k and G****e as well. He had no s

S) “Seriously T.A.S?…geez…Umm excuse me, Does your store have any strawberry cakes?..” “...we don’t…but, who are you exactly sir?…I mean, I have seen my share of a good looking person..like an Idol and stuff…but you…despite being on a different level of attractiveness…who are you?…and why is this girls are going crazy over you?..”. (Gun Ho)

To force the golden bachelor of Morrisey City's high society into marrying me, I once staked my very life as the price. I rammed my car into the one carrying him and his first love as they tried to elope, and I forced her to give up Wade Grant to me. He drove a shard of broken glass through my palm and swore he'd make me wish I were dead once I became his wife. On our wedding night, Wade hung me from the balcony railing with his necktie and forced me to kneel before his first love—the same woman who'd once tried to jump from a rooftop—and beg her forgiveness. I pulled the pin from my hair and drove it through his shoulder, laughing that he was a worthless man who couldn't even protect th

Looks like he should be a star. Edward quickly deduced the identity of the other party in his heart, after all, according to this woman's dress of being fully armed and even blocking her eyes under the brim of her hat, if she is not a star, then she can only be a wanted criminal. "Then you can make me a few more pieces, and I'll pack up all the ones that came out of the oven at one time." "I'm sorry ma'am, Strawberry Napoleon is a limited product in the store, and you can't add it, if you want to buy it, you can only wait until tomorrow."

On my first day at the villa, the production team hands me a mission card. I read it. "Welcome to 'Where's the Straight Guy?', a reality show where 12 male contestants will be living together for one month. Only one of them is straight, while the others are gay. Every week, two people will be voted out. If the hidden straight guy makes it to the end, he'll win ten million dollars." I'm at a loss for words for a few seconds after I finish reading. Then, I look up at the director. "Your team does know what the words 'male contestant' mean, right?" The director looks me over—my short hair, black hoodie, chest hidden under a sports bra, and my five-foot-nine height—then checks the applicatio

The company’s influence shot up within the domestic entertainment scene. “Not bad. But I was expecting it. Still, we don’t own the Gate to the Heart’s copyright, so you don’t have to pay so much attention to it. When is Strawberry Season going to air? Also, how’s the follow-up of the for Demi and Apollo?” asked Ruth as she swiped through the news on her phone while seated in her chair. At that, Mr. Herbert sighed, “Both of them treat each other as archenemies. Forget working together. They can’t even get along.”

I said quietly, “you had nothing. “I left my parents. I abandoned my home and stayed beside you through every hardship because I believed we would spend our lives together. I thought you would always be the person I could rely on. “I never imagined that for another woman, you would become so cruel to me. You pushed me into despair. “Now the Ferguson Group has fallen. “And you have become a prisoner.” My voice grew calmer with every word. “All I did was return you to how you were in the beginning. “With nothing. “I do not want the Ferguson Group anymore. “And I do not want you either.” “No. Vivian, do not do this.” Ethan slammed against the glass. “I cannot live without you. If you leave me,

I breathed her in, let myself get lost in it, then pressed a slow kiss there. “Like a goddamn strawberry field,” I murmured against her skin. “And I don’t even like strawberries.” She giggled, her body twitching slightly as I trailed another kiss along her throat. “Who doesn’t like strawberries?” “Me,” I muttered, nuzzling against her neck again, feeling her laughter vibrate softly beneath my lips. “They’re false advertising. They promise sweetness, but most of the time they’re sour and watery.” “Adrian,” she gasped between giggles, trying to squirm away. “That tickles!”

At the victory banquet, I stood on the outskirts of the crowd and watched as Derrick Caldwell basked in the admiration of the pack. We had been mates for eight years. And yet, the Luna standing beside him was his childhood sweetheart, Lilith Sterling, instead of me. The two of them were inseparable, and they seemed destined for each other. A warrior asked curiously, "Alpha Derrick, I heard you had a mate of eight years. Is that the one standing next to you?"