What I Wouldn't Give Novels & Stories

I shook my head. "Oh, well, I guess you are not really a party person." Well, that's not only the reason. It's because I don't want my mom to worry about finances. If only I could say that, but I don't want people to give me pity eyes, and I don't want Georgia to give me money again like last time.

I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings. You are leaving! It’s very difficult to come to terms with the fact that I won’t be able to see you soon. I’m sorry I didn’t get any gift for you. It didn’t cross my mind since all I could think of was how I would live without you now. You’re taking my heart and soul with you.

if it weren't for the both of them, I would have died a long time ago! I won't have survived in the pack. So you have to give me something more than this is you really want me to stay quiet " I said. From what I've seen of Giveon, he's not someone who makes hasty decisions. There must be a reason he's not telling me anything. And I'm going to get that reason out of him.

Absolutely fantastic. Either way, hell will freeze over before I just give up. They want us to go above and beyond for the elimination, you best believe I will.

Well damn " I don't know what you are talking about" Maybe she will buy it " I'm sure you don't. Just do me a favor. If you get the spine to ask her please don't hurt her. She is a gentle soul and really needs a good guy" I would never do that to her

“Think about…” “Don’t.” I held up my good hand. “Just don’t. I can’t… I can’t do this right now.”

A sharp wave of anger flared in my chest. “Are you even considering it?” I demanded. His silence lasted half a second too long. “Hayden.” “I’m not selling,” he said firmly. “You can’t.” “I won’t.” I shot back. “But?” I pressed. He exhaled slowly. “If I refuse, I don’t know what he’ll do.” I turned fully toward him. “It doesn’t matter.” “It does.” “No,” I said firmly. “Giving away your life’s work over a threat isn’t even worth the thought.”

"What?" I drew away, stood up to pace the room. "It's too much. You've already done so much for me, and I can't expect you to take on my problems. It's not fair to you." Adrian stood as well, his look unreadable. "Vianne, look at me." Reluctantly, I met his eyes. "I'm not asking you to do this for me," he added softly. "I'm giving you a way out. A chance to start afresh, free from debt and anxiety."

We weren’t supposed to be married? Vincent stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “It matters to me.” My breath hitched. He wasn’t teasing, wasn’t smirking. He meant it. “Why?” I whispered before I could stop myself. His gaze softened, just slightly. “Because I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” The words stole the strength from my legs. I stumbled back until my shoulders brushed against a canvas. He stopped a mere inch away, towering over me. “Vincent—”

Because I meant what I said. I’ll give her space. But I’m not letting her go. Not like this. Not without a fight. Not her.