Westlife I'll See U Again Novels & Stories

Ashton POV I look up sky the since I am lying on the ground with a green grass on it. This is my natural hobby, skipping my class and just lay down here and not bother nor caring anything in this world. I look at the side ways corner. I see girls giggling while gawking at me with their lustful smiles. Hmm... It's also natural sight to me . Every day I always have sensual offers from them not that I complaining though. It's just that , sometimes woman should have self respect and dignity to thierselves.

After this, he pulled away and cupped her cheeks, saying, "Look at me, Elena. Please look into my eyes. I am being very sincere to you, and I promise you, before everything and everyone around us as my witnesses, I promise you, Elena, that I will never hurt you. I will never make you cry and I will always make you happy. I'll protect you, fill your life with colors, and I'll never let you go. Can you give me one more chance? Elena, can you love me again?" Elena sighed and once again turned to stare at everyone. At this point, she felt put on the spot and didn't know what answer to give to Kyle.

I hate myself for taking pity on her. As the chilling wind began to blow, I walked into the house quietly, leaving the door wide open. “Lock the gate.” A phone call distracted me from my thoughts of the past, “Hello?” I answered. “Hey Nick! It's Carlo,” Carlo was one of my closest friends, “Have you heard?” “What?” I asked. “Bro, our Mikan is getting married. After three years of no show, this is what we're going to get?” Carlo laughed at the other line. “He had lots of explaining to do.”

Four words. Four words were all it took for me to come sober. Four words were all it took for me to focus my attention on something else rather than alcohol. Four words I never thought I would get to hear. Four words that could completely change my life. "Naomi Wells is back." Naomi Wells. I never thought I was going to hear her name again. She left Arnold City five years ago and I had always thought there was no way she would come back here but according to rumour, she was back.

Wilfred answered me, and I grimaced. Celia tried to manipulate a simple physical condition into something serious. Damn b*tch… Vincent had already cut the steak for me. He poked a piece and moved it to my mouth. I opened my mouth and took the piece to vent my anger on that piece instead of lashing out at anyone. “I am sending you Mr. Westfield’s revised rehabilitation schedule and also a new prescription that Dr. Carter prepared after consulting with the relevant team.” He added it in a serious tone.

Our tattoo had been scalded past recognition. Soup was spilled all over the floor. A scar had been left in that spot ever since. The rose that stood for our love was gone too. I lifted my head, looked at him, and hesitated for a long moment. Then I said, "Yesterday I saw a wedding ring inside your suit."

“You are under arrest for aggravated assault on Oliver Pierce at the Moment Gala. You have the right to remain silent...” I cut him short. There was no way I was going to give in just like that. "This is premature. There's no warrant." The other officer replied. "We have footage, multiple eyewitnesses, and a hospital report. Save it for court." He removed his hand cuff and headed towards me.

I slowly opened my eyes and was about to take the stick once again when Chris entered the room again. I took the stick and leaned forward to position the stick. “Ms. Williams just called, Mr. Lombart. She is agreed to the term, but she is going back with Mr. Silva for now. She requested her joining after a week,” Chris told me and a small smile crept on my lips. Nancy’s P.O.V. I didn’t know how I walked out of the club, but my knees buckled and I fell to the ground in a daze as soon as I exited.

The DJ had clearly lost the plot with his playlist because her eyes were once again on the darkness beyond her window again. Liam stared at her briefly before asking, "what's wrong?" "Nothing." She replied as they passed Forrest Creek's Residence Association sign, welcoming them to the Arts District. It had been a while since he was there. Five months, to be precise. At Willow's last exhibition at Fugue.

the three of us said in unison. @hoax_12