Titanic I'll Never Let Go Novels & Stories

"Yvonne, will you marry me?" As the crowd erupted into cheers, I suddenly grabbed the microphone from the emcee. "Congratulations, Charles Jansen. You and your beloved first love have finally gotten your happy ending. And now, it's time for me to leave. "Charles, I don't love you anymore."

Gracie mentions through text. Paxton is taking a break from work, sitting in his silver mustang messaging Gracie. He smiles at her text, “Sure, that will be great, do you want to go out for dinner or go to a movie or something?” Paxton looks up to see an old girlfriend he was once in love with walk by. He gets out of the car to greet her. They share a warm embrace. He smells her hair, and feels the spark they once ignited years ago, before she went off to college. He takes a deep breath in to calm his excitement. The woman is five feet eight inches, slender, athletic, tanned, with long brown hair, and green eyes. “Hey, how are you, it’s been a while since I have seen or heard from you. Did

For the first time, Grandma prepared a hearty meal for Dad as a reward. But that same night, Dad secretly drugged Mom, causing her to miscarry. Blood ran down her legs, soaking the floor. Mom's eyes burned with fury as she kicked Dad in the chest. "You bastard! How dare you make me lose my child!" Dad fell to the ground, his face drained of color, but his eyes burned with resolve. He said slowly and firmly, "I'll never allow another child of mine to be born from a human trafficker like you! Every child you bring into this world is a curse!"

I then pointed at the red cut on my neck and said, "If I hadn't threatened you guys with a glass shard against my neck to let me go, you wouldn't even have let me get back down from the mountain! "I'm not the same as you guys. The entrance exams are very important to me. I refuse to let anything or anyone stop me from taking them. "But even till now, you're still trying to drag me into the mud with you? You're still not letting me off the hook? Do you not have a conscience?" I then snatched away the so-called "love letter" from Tyson's hands. "This love letter was not from me. The handwriting is completely different from mine. If you don't believe me, feel free to compare it with my homework

"Didn't I go with it and act like you'd fooled me?" His fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before he added, "Also, I didn't lend you money to bid on that necklace because you had the wrong piece. Your mother's real keepsake is with a private collector in Lendora. "The one Serena won at auction was a counterfeit. I've now won the genuine piece." Message after message went out, but nothing came back. Daniel rubbed his temples and sent another text. "You've already burned down Falker Estate. Would burning a second place finally calm you down?"

Then, I turned to look back at him and said, "Don't worry. I'll leave money for the repairs." Without bothering to watch the complex swirl of emotions on his face, I lifted my suitcase and headed for the door. But Zev suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my wrist. Glaring at me, he snapped, "You'd better think this through! One day, I'll remember everything. And when I do, I won't take you back even if you come crawling back and begging on your knees! I swear I'll never let you in again!" I let out a cold laugh and flung his hands away.

"Money. Power. A title. Name it. It's yours." "What I want, you can never give me." I wrenched my hand free and backed toward the door. "What do you want?" There was a hint of desperation in his voice. "Freedom." The word hit him like a bullet. Damien's face turned to stone. "Freedom?" he scoffed. "I gave you a palace. Cars. A black card with no limit. Women would kill for your life." "Then go find one of them." I reached for the door, but it was locked.

By curtain call, I was leaning back, beer in hand, watching Lilian mingle under the rain. In her white suit, she wore her social mask flawlessly, laughing and shaking hands. However, when the last of the crowd disappeared, she suddenly bolted through the downpour, spun on her heel, and reached out to me. "Come on. I want to show you something." A black Maybach brought us down the coastline and stopped at the cliff's edge. Like a magician, she popped open the trunk and hauled out a heavy iron cage. Inside, a dozen white doves flapped against the bars.

Once again, I had an episode. My best friend rushed forward and snatched the knife from my hand, her face twisted with resentment. "How long are you going to keep this up? You think you can act however you want just because you have depression? No wonder Nolan left you!" I froze. My best friend, however, looked relieved. "I should have told you sooner. Nolan specifically asked me to stay with you today because he was afraid you'd try to ruin his wedding to Evelyn." She blocked the doorway, looking self-righteous. "Let me make this clear. Even if you cut your wrists and died right here today, you still can't keep trying to come between them. So what if you once helped Nolan? After all t

“I want you in every second of my life, Miss Alyona Marshal.” He kissed her, and they fell to the ground. He kissed her forehead, and tears filled in his eyes. “I missed you so much. These seven days were the worst day of my life. I will not allow you to go anywhere now. You belong to me and only me.” He confessed. She saw her hazel eyes and kissed his lashes. “And for me, I will NEVER LET YOU, GO.” He touched his nose on her nose. “I am hungry,” Alyona whispered.