Novel & Cerita Without You By Del James

“Let his wife do these things.” With that, I walked around her and headed straight to the exit. “Joshua Sanders!” I didn’t look back. The moment I walked out of the hotel, I felt the early winter wind on my face, cool and sharp. I took a deep breath, feeling every pore on my skin opening up at the taste of freedom. I pulled my phone out and deleted Vivian’s number. Next, I deleted Jeff’s. I looked up at the sky. It was gray, yet I found it exceedingly beautiful. “Let’s go,” Chad said as he patted my shoulder. “I’ll treat you to a feast to celebrate your freedom from suffering.”

Thinking you could live without me Thinking you could live without me Baby, I'm the one who put you up there I don't know why (yeah, I don't know why) Thinking you could live without me Live without me Baby, I'm the one who put you up there I don't know why (I don't know why, yeah yeah) Gave love 'bout a hundred tries (hundred tries) Just running from the demons in your mind Then I took yours and made 'em mine (made 'em mine) I didn't notice 'cause my love was blind Said I'd catch you if you fall (fall) And if they laugh, then fuck 'em all (all) And then I got you off your knees Put you right back on your feet

He stormed out and slammed the door behind him. I sat on the couch, unable to sleep all night. At dawn, a friend request with a woman's profile picture popped up on social media. Within ten seconds, messages started flooding in. A photo appeared, showing a woman with bare shoulders. Next to her was Eli, sound asleep. "He will never marry you. So what if you have a daughter with him? We made love all night, and he just fell asleep. Eli told me that he despises you and finds you nauseating."

The system screamed in my head, "Tasha, this is not a joke. If you die, you can't go back!" I couldn't let Amy go in. She had been with me longer than Ryan had over these seven years. We were the best partners. Amy collapsed into my arms, sobbing. "Tasha, I'm sorry. I know you're getting married, I'm sorry, but James is still in the hospital…" "I know," I said, patting her shoulder before stepping out into the rain. The factory on the outskirts of the city was abandoned. Through the drizzle, I could see the woman cradled in the kidnapper's arms. Her face was pale, but her beauty shone through the blood. Her long dark hair clung to her cheeks, and her wide eyes were filled with pleading.

Why’s everyone quiet? A new message chimed in. A painting girl fell from the sky: [Samuel, are you serious? Natalie can’t hold a candle to Shantal. Ullysis’s blind, he threw away a pearl for a cheap imitation. I’ll be waiting for the day he begs for a second chance.] Samuel shot back, half-joking, [Sam, better not say that. Ullysis will lose his mind when he sees this.] But Ullysis wasn’t reading anymore.

The tears I’d been fighting all day finally broke free, sliding hot and unchecked down my cheeks. Amy’s voice was firm but gentle as she took my hand. “You’re not going to lose him. I know it’s a hurricane in your head right now, and that’s what’s causing all this distress. But you have to trust me. My gut has never been wrong, and it’s telling me that Dalton would never betray you for another woman—hell, not even for his parents. Go and talk to him. Let’s figure out what’s causing this misunderstanding.”

“Yet, in your work, beneath the vivid and exaggerated colors, there’s a consistent undercurrent of melancholy and isolation.” His dark, piercing eyes held hers, his expression calm yet impossibly deep. His gaze carried an almost unsettling intensity, as if he could see through every facade and peer directly into her soul. “Miss Larson, someone as young and beautiful as you—what could give rise to such a sorrowful perspective?” James had strikingly beautiful eyes—cold and enigmatic. When he gazed at someone in silence, it was almost as if he could see through every facade and into the depths of their soul.

He spun a tale of devotion, transforming the truth of a stolen engagement into a grand romance, a love that had been fated all along. Some young girls in the audience even wiped away tears. Then, the emcee glanced at Abby. He hesitated briefly before resuming his script. At that moment, the slideshow on the screen changed. The photos of the happy couple vanished, replaced by something else. Evidence provided by Jessica. A voice echoed through the venue, "Jess, you never should have been born. You can never win against me." "Oh, wait. I'm not the one who's sick. You are—the one with terminal stomach cancer. You don't have much time left, do you?"

Arlet dragged her to a room and Amelia followed. "What are you both doing?" Melody roared. "You said you were feeling hot didn't you?" Arlet asked smirking. Melody stared at her as the second pang of betrayal hit her. Arlet didn't look sad or drunk now, she looked like a witch! "I guess the glasses of aphrodisiac you gulped down greedily has set in. You must be feeling really hot and horny, is it itchy down there?", Arlet said cackling wickedly.

He changed the music (Nahi jeena tere baaju Nahi jeena, Nahi jeena Main tenu samjhawan ki Na tere bina lagda jee Tu kee jaane pyaar mera Main karaan intezar tera Tu dil tuyyon jaan meri I don't have to live without you, don't have to live, don't have to live.. What do I explain to you, without you my heart is nowhere, [as in, my heart/mind isn't into anything, I am unable to concentrate on anything] what do you know about my love, I wait for you.. You're my heart, and you're my life too..