Superjunior Its You Novels & Stories

and that's final. "You".

(Music) It's you. It's you... I've been waiting for all of my life... (Music) Maybe it's you... Maybe it's you... I've been waiting for all of my life...

The worry of being rejected is still there, but Santos must have the courage to say it. How can you know the result if you don't say it directly? When Santos wanted to express his feelings, he took off his glasses first. Santos looked at Sherly deeply without blinking. Just as his mouth was about to speak, the wind blew towards him, causing something to catch in one of his eyes. Santos stopped. He had to take care of that little problem first. "Ouch... my eyes are drooping." Like a child, Santos rubbed one eye. "There's so much dust here, I can't stand it anymore," he muttered softly.

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I'm addicted. I'm so addicted to you, Cole Aiden Miller, and that sucks!

Sally and I headed towards the sushi shop just down from work and from the bar where Blake worked. "Ana! Ana!" I heard, I turned around swiftly because I didn't recognise the voice, I look back at Sally "oh my shit, it's Blake" Sally walks way laughing with her arms waving in the air and as she does my heart drops in to my stomach. "Oh, hi Blake" I sheepishly say. Blake tells me how Phil the almighty match-maker text him and told him I was looking for a slice of heaven, and asked him if he could provide it? I laughed so loud I snorted and died a little on the inside from embarrassment.

I shook my head and said, more to myself then to Andrè, "Maybe the other night meant nothing." "What?" Andrè said, glancing over at me, as we pulled into the high school parking lot. I hadn't even realized we had left the stoplight. "What if Ricky and I never see each other again? What if the other night meant nothing?" I asked, and I knew I sounded like a lost little girl. André gave a small, warm smile and said, "Don't worry, I saw the way Ricky looked at you. He likes you. Trust me." I smiled and strangely I found myself trusting what Andrè said, trusting that he was right about Ricky liking me.

Grey chino jeans, a white t-shirt, and high-rise boots. And… There… He… Fucking… Was…

"You've been staying out late, blocking me on everything—what exactly do you want from me?" In the conference room, Hugo and the others were watching us, clearly intrigued. I glanced at them briefly before deciding to make things clear. "Luna, we're done." She stared at me in disbelief. "Are you serious? Just because the fans ship me with Hugo?" Her tone had an edge of accusation. "Joseph, when did you become so impulsive? You know that's just the fans messing around. Hugo and I are just friends. Can you stop making assumptions about our relationship?"

“What family? The one you were never there for?” “Don’t speak to your father that way, young lady, " Matteo said. “And besides, I have news.” I grimaced, bracing for the worst. “What news?” The woman beside Matteo beamed and lifted her hand, flashing that ridiculous ring again. Matteo took her fingers and kissed the back of her hand with exaggerated affection. “Everyone, meet Sophia,” he announced, grinning. “My fiancée. We’re getting married.” It felt like ice had been poured straight into my veins.