Novel & Cerita Westlife I'll See U Again

I open my eyes; so that I could at least see his pretty face. My vision blurs and slowly it starts to get clear. But instead of seeing the love of my life a.k.a Shawn Mendes, I see my baby blue silk pillowcase. I look at my tableside clock, the time flashed, four am. “Ugh, it was a dream again, Lord, when will this happen for real!” On cue, my phone stops blaring. I look up and whisper, “Should I take it as a sign, am I going to unite with the love of my life?”

From the second floor, he shouted, “Where are you going?” Goodbye, Damon. Without me, go ahead and be happy with that vicious she-wolf. I’m looking forward to the moment you see the side of her she’s been hiding. "I, Thalia Emberwood, accept your rejection, Damon Hale." Goodbye, Damon. Without a backward glance, I walked out of the villa.

"Jocelyn, Kristine's wedding is the day after tomorrow. You… you'll still be there, right?" I rolled up the window, catching his reflection in the rearview mirror. I looked at him as if he were a complete stranger. "We'll see." Then we sped off into the night, leaving them in the dust. … Shawn's POV As I watched the red glow of the taillights vanish around the corner, a strange unease spread through my chest like a vein, choking me. "Shawn, let's go inside. It's getting chilly out here," Alyssa urged softly, hooking her arm through mine.

Perhaps he needed more friends. Besides, he admitted to himself just an hour later, when he entered the karaoke room the two young women were in, seeing his ex-girlfriend singing a very out-of-tune version of ‘Someone like you’ was a sight worth the thirty minutes drive. “You girls are as good as ever.” He clapped after they finished the song, walking towards a free couch and grabbing a beer chop. “That’s mine.” Joy complained, but didn’t take the drink from him. “It’s the heartbreak”, Emilia sighed, as melodramatic as ever, and sat by his side.

“I’ll keep working on regaining your trust. But hopefully this is a good start.” Alejandro walked out onto the helicopter pad. “Buenos tardes. I’m pleased to inform you of tonight’s menu. Our main course will be a wagyu filet with a rosemary-burgundy sauce, fluffed potatoes, and a selection of wild vegetables harvested from the island.” The bartender was right behind him with a tray of champagne flutes. “Welcome. We have a wide selection of wines for your stay, which I will be pairing with each evening’s meals. Mr. Soriano has also opened up his private whiskey collection for tastings at your leisure.”

Quill just hugs me to his chest ,and I close my eyes and sleep once more. Sleep welcomes me once more, and this time, Death doesn't call me back. "You still have my packmates to meet my darling."These are the last words I hear as I finally give into slumber.

"Are you having a good time?" Alexandra heard a husky voice ask from behind. The music in the club made it rather difficult to hear him. The flickering lights weren't helping either. "What!?" She yelled out, hoping he would hear her over the music. He smirked before letting out a chuckle. "I asked if you were having a good time!" He shouts. This time, she heard him a lot better than the first. Alexandra took a sip from my drink and smiled.

Everyone was calm and just enjoying the slow music. "This is what Phantom Omega's members call 'Last Kiss'," Rupert whispered in my ear as his arm wrapped around my waist. "Remember the kiss we shared for the first time?" I turned to Rupert. He took one of my hands and then kissed my palm. "So, that's what Last Kiss is like?" He smiled and then nodded. "But unlike that evening kiss in the bar, the lights won't go out. Instead, fireworks will light up the night sky as everyone here will kiss someone."

“She should be here already. You said if I brought the seal, you would let me leave with her, Josh.” “Yes, yes, I did say that, but all you brought is the seal,” Josh said as he opened the box and confirmed that the Walker’s family seal was there. In fact, he didn’t doubt that it would be there, he knew Simon was too agitated to think about bringing a fake one. “I still need your signature. Without your signature, you and I both know the seal is useless. After all, it’s not like I can let you cut off your hands.”

"How can I be well if you're gone? Where are you? Don't leave! I'll come with you!" "Take care." I hung up, ignoring the calls that kept coming. Messages flooded in. Katherine: [Are you at the train station?] Katherine: [Wait for me, I'm coming!] Katherine: [I'm here. Where are you?] I didn't respond. Instead, I lined up and moved forward with my suitcase. Just as I stepped through the gates, a desperate cry pierced through the crowd behind me. "Grayson!!" I froze, my body stiff. But after a brief pause, I walked on.