Titanic I'll Never Let Go Novels & Stories

And I had promised myself never to look back. But Cayden didn’t even blink. His gaze clung to me like a drowning man to driftwood. Miles tugged at me, but Cayden moved faster. In one motion, he yanked me from Miles’s hold, ignoring the gasps around us. His guards swarmed, blocking anyone from interfering. “What are you doing!?” I gasped, but it was too late. He dragged me through the crowd, out of the terminal, into the sleek black car waiting at the curb. The door slammed, and before I could find my breath, his lips were on mine.

“I’m not trying to make your life difficult. I just need you to know that I’m not going away. Not this time.” The train doors opened. I got on. I did not delete the voicemail.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Every day, they rubbed my feet raw and left me with bleeding blisters. When I came back to myself, Tyler was wearing his new shoes and had his arm wrapped intimately around my wife’s waist. “Thanks, Vanessa. You know me so well.” Vanessa was smiling, but when she saw my calm expression, her face shifted. Without making it obvious, she pushed Tyler’s hand away and took a paper bag from the couch. Her tone softened. “Here. I bought you a watch. How could I possibly forget about you?” When I did not move, she patiently opened the packaging for me.

Adrian said, his grip on my wrist tightened. “No, I have to, let me go”

I would still be hanging on to the hope that my sister was still alive fighting for her will to live, i would still have hope that one day, she would walk in, her favourite yellow dress flapping in the fresh breeze that blew in when ever one opened the entrance door to the gigantic apartment back in our home country and tell me; "Acania, let us get out of this place, it's been to long you've lived with this cruel and vile monster," but no, she had to give up when I needed her so much. She had to let go of our life. The one she had planned for us if i left that place. If only I had not known, I would be in a better state of mind right now.' I would still have hope, ' I thought

he inquired. "I want to make it represent something positive. I want it to represent something my mother never let it represent—truth." A sharp ping on Valeria's comms interrupted the tension. Kim's voice was strained. "Valeria… we have a problem. Lazarus just went on the air." Valeria's heart double-timed. "Put it on." Kim played it out. The cabin screen flickered to show a man standing in an impossibly untraceable place, wearing a black suit that shone like freshly polished leather. His temples were silvered, but his attitude was electric—measured charm oozed from every gesture.

When she didn’t answer right away, he demanded, “Just tell me who’s in the other cabin.” “Lucia,” Teresa said and blew out a breath. “Lucia, your ex wife, Dave.” Dave made record time getting down to the Riviera Deck, and by the time he reached it, he’d already made the decision to close up this deck permanently. Damned if he’d house his paying guests in what amounted to little more than steerage.

Afraid I might lose him if I ever let go. But I needn't worry. Because he will never let me go. Stephane would never let me go. THE END.

At the party, friends teased us, asking when Rosalie Diaz and I would finally get married. I looked at her, smiling. She said nothing, and stiffly changed the subject. The friend who'd started the teasing glanced at me awkwardly, apology in his eyes. My smile didn't waver. I took a sip of my drink. I've always been a bit of a procrastinator, though not a hopeless one. So I decided to let Rosalie go. And to let myself go, too.

“He never loved me. Never told me he loves me. Now, I feel nothing for him. I never thought I’d ever fall out of love. I honestly never understood how such a thing could happen if you love someone with all your heart, but I get it now. He broke something inside me after all this time, and now I’m just numb.” “I’m sorry this happened to you,” She whispered. “Go be free and happy, and don’t be afraid to love again, Saraphina. Someone out there is going to love you as much and as hard as you love them; just be patient. Promise me you won’t be afraid to find love again.” “I promise.” I wipe my eyes as tears begin to run. I wrap her in a final hug, knowing that this is probably going to