You Shouldn't Have Come Here Novels & Stories

"Yes. This place isn't fitting for you. There's a cabin close to the Meadows. Close to my house. You'll live there for now." "Why? I... like it here." "No, you don't. Neither do I. It's a cramped space." He looks down the hallway as if making sure no one I listening. Should I invite him in? That might be a bad idea. The last time he came in here was the first time he kissed me. "Would you like to come in?" "No." His tone is curt. The simple reply cause a pang in my chest.

“No… you are not going alone, I won’t allow it. You might end up getting hurt, and that is one thing I would never take.” Come alone. Now.

He's not someone that eats in a place like this, so I wouldn't say this is a coincidence. How the hell did he find us here?

“You shouldn’t have.” “That’s not for you to decide. Plus, don’t get your ego up, I’m not here to find you.” I rolled my eyes. At least this much was true. I had come to London to find Blair. It was due to my shite luck that I had run into him instead.

Only to be dumbfounded and blank in front of him. "I don't know you so I don't see any reason for me to talk to you. Go away and don't ever come back here." To be continued...

"You still remember me. I thought you forgotten about me when you left without even saying goodbye." "What are you doing here?" I was so confused. "I knew this was a mistake. I should leave." "Hey, I'm just surprise your here." "I get it. Your back in your world and I should be in the island far away from you. I should have called but that would have been an awkward conversation. I should have realized that this is far more awkward showing up here unannounced." "Let's not have this conversation here. Would you like to get up my apartment? I think I need to sit."

"Yes, that's true. Except I'm way past those stages." "Is she the girl you were talking about?" "Yes." "Then why are you here? If you still love her you should be with her. A person once said It doesn't matter those risks you've taken. You still need to keep fighting." She laughs. "Thanks for the reminder. I shouldn't be here. I should be with her." "Now, you're awake! Wish we could cheer to this but you're still holding my drink." "You shouldn't come to such a place, stranger. There are bad boys here." I advised.

he confirms in a soft voice. Tears flow down my cheeks uncontrollably and I don't make an effort to stop them. Coming here was a bad idea, I shouldn't have come at all. Maybe my friends had a reason for keeping their lives a secret and I should have respected that. I have a father?

I said, trying to sound steady. He didn’t. “What the hell are you really doing here?” His voice was harsh, but not loud, like he didn’t want the others to hear. Like this was our secret. I glared up at him. “What does that even mean?” His fingers tightened. Just enough that I felt it, sharp and real. “You shouldn’t be here. At Blackwood. I thought you said you’re done. I don’t want you anywhere near me.” “Why? Because you say so?”

“Or how I got here. So maybe you could start with something that makes sense?” He tilted his head, gaze flicking over me like he was measuring something I couldn’t see. “You don’t belong here. And that isn’t an insult. It’s a truth. Everything about you—your scent, your… presence—it doesn’t match this place. That will draw attention. The wrong kind.” The wrong kind. My mind caught on the phrase like fabric snagged on thorns. “Attention from what?” I asked. “From them.” His voice softened again, as if the word itself might wake whatever he meant. “And you’re not ready to meet them. Not yet.”