Tvd Don't Let Me Go Novels & Stories

“Mom, my patience has its limits. You’ve been needing blood over the years because of your illness, and for you to receive blood donation, I’ve been very patient with Cindy. I even put up with you when you tricked me. Of course, you don’t see all of that because all you care about is yourself and Dad. Your life is yours. If you don’t treasure it, there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t possibly force you to live.” He withdrew his arm. “You need to let go. Even if Dad goes to jail, you can get someone to look after you. If you can’t let go, there’s nothing I can do.” With that, he turned around and got into the car.

The Following week Gracie is at the blood drive to donate blood. Paxton is beside her donating as well. He finishes before her and sits waiting for her. Once she is done, she gets up too fast and faints as she walks in front of Paxton, he stands up and catches her. He looks at her displaying concern then lays her back down on the donation bed. She is assessed by the workers. The lack of blood made her faint, but her vital signs are good.” I’ll be back in about thirty minutes” he said. “Please keep an eye on her, and do not let her get up again.” Paxton went to get his tow dolly to put her jeep on so he can take her and the vehicle home. I think she needs to rest for the remainder of the day.

Approaching noon. The special ringtone Levi had set for me rang out. He looked up from his computer and reached for his phone. Face unlock successful, the content I sent him a little after eleven o'clock appeared prominently on the home screen— [Levi, we're breaking up.]

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.

Eventually, Dad decided to see a therapist at his family's urging. I stayed by his side and accompanied him to every appointment. He took his medication and did his exercises every day, working hard to overcome six years of trauma. Six months later, Dad looked remarkably handsome. His face grew rosy, and the scars on his skin gradually faded, leaving it smooth again. His once-hunched back straightened, and his dark eyes hardened with resolve. He radiated a vitality he had never shown.

The moment I jammed the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life. This was my masterpiece, the result of eight years of sleepless nights spent modifying it. "Elara!" Leo was standing at the garage entrance, holding a real gun. "Where are you going?" he shrieked, his voice a mix of panic and rage. "You can't leave! I'm not done with you yet! You don't get to go!" I slammed the clutch, shifted into first. "Goodbye, Leo. I'm not coming back. Just like you wanted."

“Pager’s going off for both of you. Another MVA coming in. ETA ten minutes.” Sawyer didn’t look at her.“Scrub in, Dr. Monroe.” Vanessa nodded and walked out without another word. The second case was faster. Cleaner. A teenager with a punctured lung. After the surgery, Vanessa got ready to go home. She was fucking tired and she also wished to avoid Sawyer. But what she didn't expect was to bump into two eye sores.

Drink after drink, the pain wouldn't go away; that tight grip squeezing in my heart made me so angry with myself and I thought, when was this going to end? What happened to good karma? Was this my punishment for being selfless? For letting Dalton go just because I was scared for Caroline's insecurity and self-harm issues? If it was, then, someone up there must be playing mind games on me right now. "Remind me to hide The Proposal DVD," Mike muttered. "You watch that crappy movie like it's on repeat and that fugly Ryan Reynolds dude is getting on my nerves."

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

Nathan frowns. “What’s wrong with you?” “None of your business,” I respond through gritted teeth. “Now get your hands off me and get lost. Or I will scream and get the staff to throw you out.” Nathan looks bemused at that. “You don’t like causing a scene. I can’t see you doing that.” “Keep pushing me, and you’ll find out I can.” “You can’t delay what we need to do, Lucia.” I glare at him. “You can’t live in denial for the rest of your life. I told you that we are done. I’m not getting back with you, and I have no intention of changing my mind. Get that into your thick skull and leave me alone!”