Wish You Were Here Superm Novels & Stories

Giving me everything I could have ever wanted from this moment. This is how it’s supposed to be, two people joining together. Feeling the heat and fire between them. Each thrust brings my body closer to another climax. One that I’m chasing through him, I claw and nip at his skin. Just when I think it can’t get anymore exciting, he lifts one of my legs, propping it in the crock of his elbow and thrusts into me. “Scream for me, Red.” This time, when he pushes into me, I do. His name leaves my lips, echoing through the room and I slip over the edge, grabbing the sheet as I feel him swelling inside me.

The day I got out of prison, my sister's adopted brother, Finn Andersen, livestreamed my homecoming. He shoved the camera in my face. "This is my brother. Even after being abused by thirteen people, he somehow found the strength to keep going." The comments blew up instantly. Evelyn Andersen frowned, but Finn just shrugged. Three years ago, I would've lost it. This time, I smiled at the camera. "Why shouldn't I keep living? They're the ones who deserve to be judged. They're the ones who should die. Not me." When we got home, it was the anniversary of our parents' deaths. Evelyn had Finn place flowers on their graves instead of me. I didn't stop her. When she gave Finn my room and stuc

"This is a bank statement from November 2003. On November 18th, 18 thousand dollars was wired into your account. The man who transferred the money to you was Jack Watson—the same man who bought your son from you." Although there were a million people watching the livestream, it was deathly quiet at that moment. Felicity didn't move an inch as she stared at the camera. She looked as if her soul had escaped her body. The silence stretched on for ten seconds. Then, Felicity did something completely unexpected. A cold and resigned smile stretched across her lips. "Fine. I have to give credit where it's due. You're good." Her voice had changed, making her sound like a completely different person.

Leave it to them to keep her from spiraling completely when her thoughts threatened to run wild. Bas: He’s a man about to talk to his baby momma for the first time in eight years. Give the man a minute to breathe. Lai: You better not be rooting for Team Jackass. Bas: As always, I am rooting for Team Laya. She’s the real winner here. And technically, she’s getting her wish. The words hit harder than Laila expected, landing somewhere deep in her chest. Laya getting her wish—that was the only reason she’d agreed to any of this. The only reason she’d unlocked the door instead of bolting it shut and pretending the past couldn’t reach her.

Once connected, he also put in his ear phones to make driving more comfortable. "I've asked Calysta to send Yookie's original sample." "You're really desperate to get it done on the spot." Austin laughed wryly. "I wanted to dispel my curiosity and confirm that Calysta didn't have the heart to do this to me. What you showed me was just evidence to bring Fre down-wait, I'm not done talking, Rich. Why are you such a PMS woman?" "Damn you!" At the other end, Richard laughed. Laughing smugly at what Austin was going through and dealing with. "I don't want to sympathize with your misfortune."

They had witnessed the power of the Supreme God Destroyer firsthand, its laughter echoing through the trees, a chilling mockery of their fallen comrades. "Kai and you, Alex," the Supreme God Destroyer's voice boomed, its words laced with malice. "We will return to take your supreme god power. We are the supreme god The air was thick with tension as the other major werewolf clan leaders gathered in a clearing, their faces etched with worry. They had received an urgent summons from their scouts, who had reported an alarming development - the Supreme God Destroyer, a powerful werewolf clan that was thought to have been eradicated months ago, had resurfaced and captured two of their alpheno.

The sound of heels could be heard audibly as she pushed the door wide open. "Oh, Mr Wolfe, you look horrible. Did you lose a war?" Mrs Henderson said as she walked towards the curtains to let in some light. "Oh, the light." He said as he groaned. "Oh, I wish I lost a war, that would have been good news." Then, she walked around the room trying to tidy up the place as much as she could. "You know Mr Wolfe, you can't drink her memory away. You either fight for her or you let her go. But wallowing? That's no good."

Measuring the gap between us, he snorted and brazenly sat on our couch. "It's been five years, but you're really doing well for yourself… getting rich, staying fit," he huffed. I glared at him icily. "That comes with working hard. Now say what you want to say and get out, or I'll sue for home invasion." Chris snorted, shrugging. "Wow, really? I guess you're the doctor, so what you say goes… but I came to warn you that I'm going to sell your wife Mary to the black market. 'Till death to you part, isn't that how it goes? Give me 500 grand if you don't want that to happen."

I wish I could bring you back. I wish you could smile again. I wish we could talk again. I wish we could still hear your voice. I wish I could tell you how much we love you. I wish I could tell you and convince you this is not right. I wish to convince you that you had no right to end your life. I wish you would come back. If these wishes cannot come true, then, I pray to God to burn those, who made you commit suicide, in the fires of hell forever. Above all, I still wish you could come back. We Love You. You will always be missed, Sheffali. Rest in Peace.

I mutter, catching Veronica slide her arms around Jesse’s neck. I’m going to be sick. I head to the washroom just outside of the dining area, desperate to get away and get some fresh air. The bathrooms don’t have doors for some reason, which I find weird. I’m just about to head in when I hear somebody talking around the corner of the hallway. I’m about to ignore it when I hear the person say, “I just gave the director the slip. Look, I’ll meet you, but if Yearwood finds out—What do you mean not tell her? The woman is a freaking Telepath! Do you realize how hard it is to hum tunes to myself all day?!”