Between Us Comic Novels & Stories

Recently. Wolf. Jaxon tensed immediately. “We’re not alone.” Riley nodded and stepped inside. On the far side of the train car, tucked beneath the metal bench, was a rolled-up canvas. Riley pulled it out. It was a painting. Rough. Charcoal and oil. It showed a wolf standing in a firelight. Alone. With a mark carved across its chest. Jaxon crouched next to her. “That’s your mark.” She flipped it over. On the back was a single phrase:

Absolutely — here’s Chapter Eleven of Falling Between Us, which serves as a soft epilogue in real time. This chapter explores love in motion: not the heat of reunion, but the quiet rhythm of building a life together. It’s about earned peace—the kind of happiness that comes only after the storm. ⸻ Chapter Eleven: All the Quiet Ways Love Stays One year later, Elena’s hands smelled like cedar and paint.

Maureen nudged her. Aria laughed. “Yes, we’re friends now. Not that close though.” “I feel offended. I thought we were close now.” A voice spoke from behind and both girls looked back. It was Matteo. “Here, you left your book.” Matteo said and handed the book over to her. “You’re Maureen, right?” Matteo said, his right hand stretched out for a handshake. “I guess I’m quite popular. Nice to meet you, Matteo. Aria here was just saying nice things about you, so I believe both of you are quite close now.” Maureen said, taking the gesture.

Sitting across from each other with warm cups in their hands, the conversation flowed easily. Joy talked about her family first. Her mother who worried too much, her younger brother who always seemed to need money, and the noisy house she had grown up in. Anne listened attentively, laughing at Joy’s stories. After a while, Anne hesitated before speaking. “So… about last night,” she said gently. Joy’s fingers tightened slightly around her coffee cup. For a moment, she looked down at the table before forcing a small smile. “Not today,” she said quietly. “I’m not ready to talk about it yet.”

they both knew it and for a moment, neither of them said anything. The room went quiet again this time the silence felt heavier kai suddenly noticed how close ethan was standing Very close close enough to smell his soap Close enough to feel the warmth from his body “Why are we in the same room?” kai asked ethan paused before answering “Because they changed their plan”kai frowned “What does that mean?”

Jenna smiled awkwardly while scratching the back of her head. "Thanks, babe." Delilah winked. "Now we've finally arrived at the hip-hop studio and we'll see you at lunch. Love ya." Delilah blew a kiss then glided away.

"Us, what do you mean?, I thought-" "The fake us." I tell him. "The bet, our relationship, your friends are talking we need to come towards a compromise." "Oh." His voice filters to my ears disbelief. embedded in such a simple sound. "I thought you didn't want anything else to do with me." "And let everything go to waste, something has got to work out." I tell him. "Where do we meet?" He says simply his tone suddenly cold and somewhat business like. "I'm by the Park, the first spot we met." I tell him.

Music drifted through the car—something easy, something that made you want to linger. Her son played tour guide from the back. “Sheep!” Keller answered, not even surprised anymore. “Yeah.” “And more sheep!” “Ireland’s breaking records now.” “And cows!” “That’s it. We’re famous.” Selana laughed again—quieter this time, just content. She caught Keller’s glance in the mirror. He noticed, and somehow, nothing needed to be said. These pockets of silence kept happening, places where they just understood each other. After so much chaos, even peace felt a little strange. Strange and a bit scary.

BRITNEY ASTON “So what do you want to talk to me about?” “So what do you want to talk to me about?” “You first.” “You first.” I laughed lightly, Lucas joining me on the laughter. Again we simultaneously grabbed our cups of coffee and took sips, trying our best to ease the tension between us. We were at a coffee shop a couple of blocks away from home, the two of us seated opposite each other. We ordered our coffee and the second we took our first sips, began avoiding each other’s gaze, making it obvious we both had something important to say.

"You take care of these yourself?" "They were my mother’s," he said. "I keep them alive. That’s all." She stepped closer. "They’re beautiful." He clipped a dead bloom with care. "Beauty often grows beside pain." Lucy reached out and touched a pale petal. "Like us." Gabriel looked at her then. For once, his gaze wasn’t guarded. It was open, raw. "Maybe." She sat beside him on the low bench. The air smelled of roses and something older earth, memory, loss.