Between Us Novels & Stories

I know that wherever we are, as long as we have each other, we can make anything happen. Because it's not just me or him, it's us.

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

As they were on their way, Nathan's mom curiously asked them how they met. "We met each other in university before," Nathan quickly lied. "Oh, were you classmates?" she asked again. "Nah, a mutual friend introduced us,” answered Nathan smoothly while telling himself that Sarah was, technically, their mutual friend so he was not exactly lying. "You seem very close to each other," Rayna commented happily. "It was the first time I saw Nathan so eager to go out." "You really do not have to tell him that, Mom," Nathan groaned while Jessica giggled next to him.

My daughter, Clara Williams, turned seven today. We played a simple game to celebrate. The rule was easy. I would start a sentence, and she would finish it. It was a popular trend designed to see if a child was being criticized. "First sentence," I said, leaning over the table. "Look at the other kids…" I waited, a warm smile on my face. I had never raised my voice at her. I spent years protecting her world, building her confidence brick by brick. I knew she was happy. Her soft voice shattered that illusion instantly. "They are so much better than you," she said, reciting the words by heart. "You aren't even worth a single hair on Lily's head." Lily. She was the daughter of Donald

"It could be you and me. We and us. You and me. We and us. You and me. We and us forever." Can we not talk about love us well? Let's just cherish this we and us moment. Just you and me and no one else. "What if the ray of sun that's bound to light our way is Anabelle?" I looked over you as I furrowed my brows with my hand still placed on your arms. Humorless is now evident in my stares as I looked straight to your eyes. But you're not seemingly bothered by how staid my stare was. Instead, you are smiling widely, teasingly staring at me.