You Rock My World Novels & Stories

"Wendy, I know I made unforgivable mistakes, but you're pregnant! That's my child, too!" I looked at him, expressionless. "So? That doesn't change anything." "Please, just give me a chance to make it right," Zayne pleaded, almost begging. Still, I only gave him a frosty glance. "We're over already. Please leave." "Wendy, please… Look at me!" Zayne cried out in pain. But I turned my head away, unmoved. "How ironic…. When you were my entire world, you never cherished it. It's too late now."

My nose stung unconsciously, and I choked out a question despite myself. "Mom, do you remember that before Dad passed away, you held his hand and promised him that I was your only little princess? That even if you were left alone, you'd make sure that I'd always be happy and safe?" I thought my heart had long turned to stone, yet I couldn't stop the tears from falling after recalling that hazy scene. Mom had said that even if Dad were no longer in this world, she would still protect me. Yet, in the years that followed, every storm I weathered seemed to have originated from her.

Our SAT results came back, and our parents booked a private room at a Michelin-starred steakhouse to celebrate. Over dinner, they began discussing how we should apply to the same university so we could keep looking out for each other. I looked across the table at Derek and asked politely, “Derek, which university are you planning to apply to?” The moment the words left my mouth, comments suddenly flashed across my vision. [Here she goes again. Is this desperate side character going to apply to the same university as the male lead?] [I feel so bad for him. Just to keep the close ties between the families, he has to be okay with her clinging to him for three whole years!] [Don’t worry. H

"There will be no phone calls right now." He opened his mouth to protest but said nothing as I pushed him back onto the couch. He fell back, sitting, looking up at me with wide eyes. He swallowed hard. "Time for the music," I announced. I went over to the sound system, changed the lighting in the room to make it look like a club, and selected one of my signature songs. Then I moved toward him, slowly, sensually—the way Sexy Red always did. I sat on one of his thighs, my lips curved up in a smile as I hid the pain and anger I felt inside my heart.

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

“And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't wanna go home right now” And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life When sooner or later it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ

~ Moxie ~ “No?” Chloe drops my hands, the loud thud vibrating across the kitchen table as she looks at me as if I have just slapped her across the face. “Moxie… did I hear you correctly?” “You did.” I hold my nerve, my shoulders straightening as I prepare myself not to be pushed on this.

I tell her. She grabs my face to make me look at her. She has lost her mind. I can’t help her. She might be my cousin and best friend but I am not model material. “They canceled because Mr. Rockstar wants you to act as his girlfriend in Crazy’s new video.” She explains.

I'm afraid, this is the umpteenth message of terror. I... Please give me a chance to breathe calmly. I beg you, God. Hiks. I hope all is well, at least until I find someone who can help. Hiks. *****