Will He Say It Novels & Stories

, I begged. ."Holy shit where is he? has he gone back? is he here?". I swallowed hard. "Yes and he's really shy and doesn't want to meet you ", lied. .. You've met him quite a number of time "Dude c'mon?". "I will when I'm ready to come out fully", I said. "And when's that gonna happen?", he asked. "Soon", I replied. He rolled his eyes, "Fine then, but I will find out eventually ".

Let us all keep it to ourselves. " You don't have to say things you're not ready to say but yes, I have a few questions for you, and trust me, Leona, I won't rest until you answer me. You'll have to!" He sounds determined. **

I finally glanced up at Damen and took in his reserved expression. “So,” I continued. “Now that you heard my version, what did Hunter tell you?”

"How have you been doing?" I hear him swallow hard. "It's going," is all he says. Then he scoffs. "Isn't your dangerous mate gonna be crazy mad when he finds out you called me?" I frown. I don't even know. What do I say? That I don't care? That he won't know? I'm not going to keep secrets out of fear. So I go with "I don't think it'll matter." "Huh. Love broke this soon?" There's irony in his voice.

‎“Now, we don’t want that, do we?” ‎Before I can respond, he walks away. ‎He laughs loudly, confidently... like he just said something harmless.

“Please?” He groans before saying, “Suit yourself, but be warned that we will do something more taxing once he left.” “That’s perfectly fine!”

"Why would you want to know?" Seeing his reaction, I was debating on whether or not I should even be asking this, but I think it's the main cause of his problems. "Well," I started. "I figured she must....be the source of your.....current predicament." Nate was quiet for a moment. It was as if he was either preparing himself or he just doesn't want to say it. "Just one question." He said. "If I say no you will still force me to speak, won't you?"

"Are you saying that you are going to present for all of the movie today?" "Yes," he nods as if he could predict the future. I want to take his word for it, but somewhere deep in my heart, I am not sure. Maybe when the intro is still on, he might get called in for a meeting or something such as that. I do not want to make it a big deal since he offered.

"Then how will I know if you're telling the truth or not?" "That's three" He talks tired. He gives me a quick glance and I watch him pleading. It seemed as if he froze for a moment upon seeing me, which, I can't doubt, puzzled me a little. He breathes a sigh and says, answering my question: "You'll have to take a chance" I exhale slowly and say: "All right" I'm freaking out thinking about all the answers you could possibly give me. What if he says if he. . . he'd probably run away from the car, well, I'm too cowardly to do that.

“So I could muster up the courage, but I honestly don't want to say it.” “Say what?” “What I think I should.” He spoke with little breaks between each word as if he's counting his utterances. Perhaps he's trying to keep himself in check as he knew he's wasted. “Then say it.” He didn't break their gazes for about a minute or so, then he huffed. “I don't wanna take chances with you.” “What is it about?”