Will He Say It Novels & Stories

I said, and he chuckled. “Maybe I’ll return here sometime, and just check out the things they have.” He replied, and not too long after, our orders were brought to us. Will took a sip of his tea, and I waited patiently for him to say whatever it was he wanted to say. “I bet you’re wondering what exactly it is I want to say.” He began. “Yes.” “You don’t need to. I think you know it already.” He said, taking another sip. “I do? What is it?” I asked, and he placed his cup gently on the table; his face took on a more serious expression, and he looked at me like he would a child who never listened.

I ask him as I twirl the pasta on my fork. He sips on his mango shake before he answers. “Probably next week. I’ll be back of course.” I look down, trying to avoid his gaze. I feel nervous with my next question. “Do you . . .do you think you’ll be back as Devyn Wills or . . .” There is a pregnant pause. And finally, I hear him sigh. “I’m not sure.” I look up and is not surprise to see that his gaze remains on me.

“Do you like him?” He then turned serious asking it. I look at him in disbelief. “I’m just trying to tease you” I said. “You like him…” This time, it’s not a question but a statement and he sound certain about it. I have the urge to deny it but he continues to speak. “You may not recognize it by now but I can see it. I have always told you that and I am sure I am not wrong…” he said. Should I deny it again? Maybe no. Although I know that it can’t be true but I don’t want to keep this subject of the conversation take too long.

"So what do you need it for... if you don't wanna propose to her?" "For the future," he gave her a mock smile as he jumped to his feet. "We're not done here!" "Yes, we are. Unless you want me to call Mom and tell her that you won't allow me have my breakfast." "And I'll tell her about how you showed me your porn DVD."

“You know what you’re gonna say to her when we find her?” I swallowed. “No. I just want her safe.” He nodded, quiet for a moment. Then: “You should say it anyway.” “Say what?” “What do you feel. Say it. Otherwise, she might not know.” “I think she does.” “That’s not the same as hearing it.” The two of us walked forward, and then we paused. Wait, was that someone coming towards us?

He said. "But it's up to you. If you want, you can still tell them. I'm ok with it." He said. "No, you are right. I will tell them after prom. Once that day gets over, this will be the first thing I will tell them." I replied. "Ok." He said and laid back. I thought it was the end of the conversation but he immediately turned towards me. "It's seriously not 57, right?" He teased again. "Ahh...stop."

“I told you. Ask him and he will reply honestly” Y-Yes, I will ask him. He wouldn’t do this. He is lying. This monster is lying.

“You’re not going to drag me down the aisle, are you?” "If necessary." He said it so matter-of-factly, like he was discussing the weather. “But I don’t think it will reach that point.” “If you think I’m going to be joining right in on this, well, you really don’t know me at all.”

Prolog Suami istri lagi menikmati kemah di malam hari. Suami minta istrinya bercerita kehidupan sebelum mereka bertemu. Istri pun menceritakan semuanya dan bab selanjutnya akan jadi flashback kehidupan si istri. Bab 1

He deserves to know the truth, but there’s no telling how he will respond. “Are you going to sit there gazing out of space, or are you going to tell me what’s up?” “Nothing. Just forget it” I say standing up. I will tell him. Someday. But not now!