Between Us Novels & Stories

Me and Erica both stare at each other and we both said in disbelief "WHAT??". ME and HER.... under one roof ,alone... *********----------*********

Regina We spend all day talking through our mindlink, sharing our thoughts and emotions effortlessly. It's like having a constant connection, allowing us to understand each other on a deeper level. We talk and talk as if there is no end to our conversation, delving into the depths of our minds and exploring the intricacies of our souls. Sharing everything that we might not have known about each other before. It's a profound experience that strengthens our bond and brings us closer together, unveiling layers of ourselves that we never knew existed.

Warning: sexual content ahead. Read at your own risk. Two weeks later Two weeks. 14 days since I started creating a distance between Grayson and I. I needed to take my own advice and stay out of his business. I still visit Bryanna and we spend a lot of time together. Matteo and I also had our date a week ago and it was awesome. Only the two of us and we created our own bond. At a point I cried when he called me mummy. I asked him why and he said I was his mummy sent by his mama in heaven.

Back on Earth, Ava stood quietly before her large bedroom window, looking out at the city. At that exact, identical moment, miles away, Luca stood beneath the endless sky, looking out toward the exact same horizon. They were miles apart physically, abiding by the old traditions of the night before, yet they were profoundly, beautifully connected. Between them, the conceptual bond of their souls glowed with a soft, iridescent light. It was a silent promise. A beautiful forever. Ava slowly closed her eyes, a radiant smile gracing her lips. *Tomorrow.* Luca looked toward the distant horizon, his chest rising with a deep, unburdened breath. *Tomorrow.*

Because I do. Practice is rough that day. My head’s not in it. Mason notices immediately. When we’re finally done, we walk out to the parking lot together. He’s grinning like an idiot. “So,” he says, bumping my shoulder, “you and Lena, huh?” “It’s not a date,” I mutter. “Sure it’s not.” “It’s not,” I repeat. “We’re just catching up.” “Right,” he says, dragging out the word. “Catching up. At a café. At one. Alone.”

Neither of us spoke, neither of us needed to because in that single moment. We both understood. Nothing between us would ever be the same again.

For once, that connection was wide open. Somehow, after everything—London and Ireland, late nights, hard talks, brutal honesty—they’d gotten tangled in each other, so close it felt permanent. And yeah—that changed everything.

Because maybe this is the actual tragedy of us. Not that we don’t love each other enough. That we love each other so much neither of us knows how to survive it.

she spoke I shook my head and let it go. We have a beautiful apartment with a spacious living room , a beautiful dinning table, a modern kitchen with a balcony which give us the perfect view. We have a small sitting place in the balcony also. I usually sit there and read books with a cup of a coffee

“Should this be done?” “Yes, I was determined and you can't step back, Laurel, for your own sake, for Aamber's sake, remember?” “B-but I didn't expect it to be this fast. I mean, you said we had a chance to get to know each other first, you said we had time for a long engagement so… so—” “I've ordered tickets, everything is prepared there. Aamber will follow us later. It can't be undone and now we are on our way there.”