What I Wouldn't Give Novels & Stories

I said and left his room I won't give up , there will be a way for me to get out of this palace. Sooner or later

"But yesterday... seeing Don at that cafe... it broke something inside of me permanently. The way he looked at you with that sheer, terrifying rage. The way he tried to corner you, to control you, to humiliate you in public... and then turning around and using me as a pathetic rebound tool just to make you jealous. He didn't love me, Yola. He doesn't love anyone but himself. I looked at him and realized I don't want him anymore. He’s a hollow, cruel shell of a man." Maria buried her face in her hands again, her loud, broken sobs drawing a brief glance from the counter attendant. "But the worst part... the absolute worst part is that I can tell I am losing my best friend. I traded fifteen yea

He casually ordered me, “Wesley, pick those books up for me.” I did not move. Furious, Simon grabbed my arm. “Aren’t you being ungrateful? Look at what you’re wearing! That would’ve been mine. I gave it to you!” I frowned and said, “You gave it to me? Didn’t you decide by yourself that you didn’t get enough and wanted me to walk the same path as you did in the previous timeline?”

"Why the but? Don't you want to marry me?" "I just said I want to, but the thing is, I don't know, I feel the public won't be as accepting as you were and they might hate me for taking away what's not mine, I don't know about other people but I can't deal with a backslash, I hate attention and even worst if it is a negative attention,"

He reached out toward me, begging, but the bailiff stopped him coldly. “Zeena, I was wrong… I really was… After three years of marriage, please don’t do this to me. Can't you show some mercy? I can’t possibly pay back that much!” I stopped in my tracks and looked back at him. “Mercy? When you sent box after box of bottled water to my parents, did you think about showing me mercy? When you took my hard-earned money to buy watches for Alina, did you think about showing me mercy?”

“What makes you happier? Work or Cassini?” “It’s not just work. It’s who I am. And I’m not the kind of man that would give up everything for a woman. I’m not changing who I am for anyone else. I’ll never sit at home with two kids in my lap, watching TV. I’d be miserable.” “That’s not how it would be.”

even now. I know, I've earned much more than my regular salary but I don't want to be a one-day millionaire. What? I'd spend money today and be a beggar tomorrow? Is that a joke? Though now, Morette treated me to a laptop and I don't plan on keeping it for myself. I'm not selfish, I choose who I give to. As I've said, I have trust issues and I have plenty of them. So, before I entrust something that costs not just my trust but also my fortune, I think wisely. Though, I don't think I do that to my family.

“Why won’t you just let me help you?” “I don’t want your help.” At this point, it seems like every time I say that it just goes on deaf ears. I always told her I didn’t need her money but she would still send it. So I gave up. I don’t know how I’m going to convince her not to manipulate me on this, but I have a feeling she will win.

"My friend needs some money." "And you’re sure you want to give it to her knowing she won’t return it?" "Yes, she would most likely not return it, and it's a huge sum." "Give it to her," he says without thinking much about it. "I just told you that it's a huge sum, and you aren't going to ask how much?" "I don't think your friend can run me down", it sounds like bragging, but it is also very hot. "And if you think they are worth giving it to, then who am I to say no?"

Only what I’m willing to give. I run my fingers down my arm absently, tracing over a faint scar from a kitchen burn, a reminder that I’ve been too tired too many nights to remember the oven’s still hot. What would I be willing to give? Would it be worth the money?