Until I Fall Away Gin Blossoms Novels & Stories

Before I can stop myself, my eyes rake down her body, taking in every inch and curve. I know I should stop myself when I feel my trouser tighten but for some reason, I can’t unglue my eyes from her body. “Gray?” Her voice is enough to break me from whatever took hold of me and I immediately drag my eyes away from her body and turn around to leave. I have barely taken a few steps when she calls my name again. I halt and clench my jaw before turning around. She’s wearing a light green spaghetti-straped gown now. It’s still as good as wearing nothing since she doesn’t have any underwear on and the dress clings to her damp body like a second skin but this time, I try my hardest to keep my eyes o

he rumbled, his hands still resting on me, holding me in place, the recollection of him fucking my body still rage through my veins, making the pain fouler, fouler. I reached into my pocket, pulling out the Silverbloom bottle, holding it high, the silver petals glinting in the sunlight. The crowd exploded, cheers and shouts filling the air, some yelling, “We’re saved!” their voices raw with hope, pulling me back to the mission, away from Ella’s shadow.

Like I wanted Gianna to talk me out of this. “T-minus five, G,” Crystal calls. “I gotta go.” Gianna pecks me on both cheeks. “Just think about what I said.” She races off, and I wander back out onto the main floor. At the bar, I think about ordering a rosé, then get a gin martini. I don’t think I like these either, but they taste nothing like scotch. As the lights dim, and Crystal takes the stage, I sip the freezing drink. Just talk to him. I can do that. At the very least, then I’ll be able to get on the plane with no regrets.

Everything he had given me, including the original gemstones he had gifted, were still in their places. Everything looked as if I had only gone on a short trip, yet he had a gut feeling that this time, he had truly been left all alone. "No. Selena, where are you?" he mumbled. He sat down in a daze, and his gaze finally landed on the coffee table. The words "Divorce Agreement" seemed to pierce his eyes like a dagger. Suddenly overcome with rage, he flipped the coffee table over with a violent sweep. The glass cup fell to the ground with a sharp, shattering sound.

he said with finality, making me gulp. I felt like my brain was going haywire just being in his arms right now But being alone? Just us? I'm bound to faint at some point. Sin's POV I searched for a clear room, this building had a bunch of guest rooms that we rarely ever used. I can't believe I'd found her so fast My precious little Blossom. She felt so small and warm in my arms, her scent surrounded me and I couldn't get enough of it. I couldn't get enough of her.

Because of her. Her phone buzzed again sometime after midnight. Ethan: Please. Talk to me. Her chest tightened. She typed three words. Deleted them. Typed again. Then she placed the phone face down. If she answered, she would break. And if she broke, she would choose herself. She couldn’t afford that. The next morning came without mercy. Maya showered mechanically, dressed carefully, applied makeup with steady hands. She chose neutral colors, simple lines of armor disguised as elegance.

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

curtain, the bass still throbbed, the crowd still danced, and two threads of the same night — one drenched in gin and reckless charm, the other in blood and quiet obsession, moved closer to each other without either side realizing it yet. The crimson lily was still out there. And Elison Floris had just decided he would find it.

with gin and wake up with Gin and still be fully functioning for work. Nobody knew that side of her except her and while she appreciated that, she hated how pathetic it was and how pathetic she was. She was the one who waa divorced, she was the one who waa thrown out and she was the one who was put on the streets, in the rain with not a penny on her back or any in her account. No extra clothes, nothing. Every ounce of sense was removed and nothing logical, not attempts at dialogue, attempts at begging, kneeling, changes his mind as he forcefully threw her out in the rain that night and yet she was the one pouring gin into her mug...

Xavia stood up, took the microphone, and walked to the front as she sang a song that she liked: Gardenias in Blossom. [Gardenia blossom, gardenia blossom, like crystal waves blooming in my heart. Gardenia blossom, gardenia blossom, it’s the touch of youth and pure love; Gardenia blossoms are so lovely.] The lyrics were beautiful and the song was pure and moving. The room was filled with sweetness as she sang, and everyone instantly stopped talking and started listening to Xavia singing.