Between Us Comic Novels & Stories

"You say when you need space and I give it. You ask for honesty and I give it first." I looked at him. "Okay," I said. "Okay," he said. He poured my coffee. We sat in the morning quiet. It felt possible. That was the word — not certain, not healed, not resolved. Possible. It turned out possible was enough.

“When I fell in love with plain Jane.” It would have been a romantic scene, but this retard guy chortled at his own statement. Ever since the ‘high school’ incident, my bond with Judiel and Mirajane grew stronger. So strong that we were able to laugh at this kind of joke when others would think of it as a ‘below the belt’ pun. We became more comfortable and confident that this won’t be a reason for us to start a fight. “So, what are we planning to do?” I asked after laughing with them.

"Your loss, try not to eat each other," She bit out, sounding mad. With that, she stomped out of class with her crew in tow, leaving only the both of us in the classroom. When they were gone, he let out a breath and shook his head. All I could do was stare. What just happened? "Khalil?" I said, confused. "Are you sure you don't want to change? We hate each other, don't we?" He ignored me, writing something on a sticky note. When he was done, he gave me the paper and I saw his address. Still confused, I looked up at him and he squinted.

He hugged me back and chuckled. "You smell" I state Brandon looked at me with an irritated look and rolled his eyes afterward with a smile on his face. "What are you doing?" I ask "Giving you warm welcome back after 2 months of hibernation" He joked "Oh, thanks!" I say "Now go and sit and stop bothering me!" He said "You're mean. I hate you" I say in a sassy way "Love you too chubs," He said pinching my cheeks

asked Raphael with a roguish smile. “I don't remember you bringing girls”. His next words were forgotten when he stood facing her. “Oh, my word," he gasped," she's beautiful! Jake, Raphael. This is Hermione. He waited for the words to sink in, "and she's my mate.” “What!” screamed Jake, who was the quietest of the three brothers." “You have found your mate? What about us?” He looked at the lady and she was as beautiful as a goddess. He walked over to her and took her hand.

He burst into tears, shouting, "I’m not a bad kid! I didn’t lie! Miss Summers said it! She even gave me some butterscotch candies and told me not to tell anyone else. I even shared two pieces with Lily from next door!" The words struck like a hammer, leaving Julia speechless.

1 week later Adonis's POV "Ah Finally! I found it! Yes!" I leave a sigh and lie back on my bed, staring at the attractive comic book cover on my phone screen. The cover features a beautiful blonde girl in the middle of two identical twin guys, their only difference in the colour of their hair. One has blonde hair and the other is a brunette. "Double Trouble," I read the name aloud. "And it's the last one." It's the last of Theo's comic books.

At the way water pooled under them. Hector filled a kettle. Poured. The smell of coffee filled the room, bitter and dark. He set a mug in front of Beatrice. Steam rose. She didn’t touch it. Steam was air. Air meant dying. “Drink,” Hector said. “It’s warm.” She looked at him. Then at the mug. Then at the room again. That was when she saw the picture.

I kept kissing Loss, feeling myself get lost into him. I don't know how much time we spent there, losing ourselves to each other over and over again, but when we were done, our lips were swollen, his hair covered in ashes, and mine tangled. We opened a portal, not knowing where it was taking us, but walking through it anyway. We could face anything together. In a neutral part of the cosmos, the twelve princes of hell are met with twleve angels. Two long tables are seated across from one another, and they stare at each other with suppressed disdain...

“Thank you for the flowers and doll.” “At first I was confused about what to buy. However, without realizing it, I was carrying this big teddy bear out of the shop.” Amber laughed. “By the way, where is Brother?” Laurel glanced at the second floor. “Aaron is taking a shower.” “Oh.” Aamber smiled gently. “My brother must be happy half to death. Thank you, Laurel.” Aamber must not know the deal between Aaron and me, Laurel thought. Maybe she thought that I had forgiven him and wanted to come back to him.