Temporarily Yours Novels & Stories

"That's a very complicated question! I just told you no complicated stuff!" "Humor me." She sighed dramatically, slumping further into the chair. "Because... because this isn't real. None of this is real. This engagement, this merger, this whole—" she waved her hands in circular motions, "—thing. It's temporary. And when temporary things feel too nice, it hurts more when they end." The words had slipped out before her drunk-brain could censor them. Ren's expression softened in a way that made her stomach flip. "What makes you so sure it's temporary?"

Unbreakable. Forever.

Only us. Forever.

He was also waiting for the other parity speak first to end this awkward game of the silence. ‘Until you speak, I am not going to speak.’ With this attitude, there was no way he was going to answer from the this side. Meanwhile, Yuri on the other side was panicking as he tried to choose between if he should use hello or something more formal to speak? He decided to go with the informal one as Kim was not that older than him anyway. He decided he might as well be the first one to speak. “Hello, cough..” Yuri who was about to lose his cool was the first one to speak.

Small things matter the most. "Anything special today?" She asked with utmost curiosity wanting to know more. "Oh yes, it's his birthday." She stumbled on the stool and gaped at them with an open mouth. "For Pete's sake Caleb, you're despicable." Charlie mumbled lowly. Finn rolled his eyes and hit Caleb on the forearm with his spatula. "What?" Caleb asked like a kid who was being scolded for no reason. "We all don't know our birthdays, we just know the months in which we were born, so we just pick any day of that month and celebrate." Finn answered nonchalantly but his words pierced through her heart as she felt their pain and it hurts her.

Jasmine was suddenly out of words to say. "I-I'm sorry to hear that..." she sincerely said. She wanted to comfort Colton. She knows how it feels like to lose love once! "It's okay, no problem," Colton replied, " That's the reality of life," he continued, " We are just a passerby in this world, and everything has an end," he added. "Y-Yeah, right..." Jasmine agreed. There was silence again between the two of them for a while and only the click-clack sound of the kitchen utensils could be heard.

Grace leaves. "Why should I be fired?" I crossed my arms. Tyler's black hair was tousled, his forehead was sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick to it. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and had a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his neck. Tyler was quite a bad boy. "Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you."

"I love you, Lance. Always." Pure joy and happiness filled his eyes as his lips descended upon mine, first gently, then with a ferocity that I had never known before. He rolled over onto his back and pulled me with him until I was lying on his body. He wrapped his arms around me, and he trailed kisses from my lips down my jaw line and to my neck, then down to my shoulders, letting me catch my breath. Then, he stopped and looked into my eyes. "If you don't feel up to it, it's all right," he said, then kissed down my neck toward my breasts as he said between kisses, "We always have tomorrow."

"Acclimated to what?" "This." I gesture at the screen, the penthouse, the contract I signed at 4:52 AM. "I was a temp. Seventy-two hours ago, I was a temp. I reformatted pitch decks and fetched coffee for people who never learned my name. Now I'm stationed in a penthouse and I can't rectify a spreadsheet with you stationed six inches from me." The word stationed lands incorrectly. It lands too near the fact. He's stationed beside me, and that's the problem.

Kael’s words lingered; "She’s gone, Your Highness." The repetition was intended, and served to emphasis the reality fully. Gone. The simple word echoed in my mind, a profound sense of lossMy fists clenched, my shoulders tense with the conflicting emotions. Relief, perhaps? An unexpected, unsettling calm? Or was it the bitter taste of regret, a gnawing emptiness clinging like a shadow to the edges of my being? The turmoil was immense, the uncertainty intense.. Before I could reach for clarity, a knock sounded on the door. Sharp. Timed. I knew that knock.