Books Like If He Had Been With Me Novels & Stories

How can he hurt me? ************************* I just woke up and I realized whom I bed with last night. I trailed my hands on the mattress if he was still with me but instead of grabbing his hands, I found a letter. I cupped my head as I got up from my bed. I think a drink a lot of whiskeys last night. "Urghhh" I mumbled to ease the pain. I'm still half asleep while reading It. "Hi, I had fun last night. Call me if you need some company.

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

I nodded and he smiled. “Pack up nice clothes. Miami is not all that friendly. I would know that cause I grew up there.” He warned and I nodded. “Great. So, what were you saying?” He pointed to the book I still had in my grip. I looked down at it for a moment before glancing back up at him. “I didn't know you read.” I mentioned as I placed the book on the table. All your perfects by Colleen Hoover. “I used to read a lot. But lately, I haven't read a good book. Coleen is a very wonderful writer. And this book is a bomb.” He said, shocking me. He must have noticed that I was shocked with the way my lips parted slightly and my eyes widened.

he said, standing and walking toward me. He reached for a book above my head, his eyes locked on mine. The way he looked at me could melt me on the spot. Was he always this handsome? Why did his eyes seem so familiar? Calm, yet deep—like the ocean. He smiled and tapped the book lightly against my forehead before waving it playfully as he backed away, still smiling. I looked at the book he was holding—Time and Time Again by Tamara Ireland Stone. My comfort book. I don’t relate to Ana, but I do to Ben. We both don’t stay.

he raised his hand in surrender "but how can I see the title if your of your book if you're in there on your bed and far away from the window?" "I'm only human you know, and there is only a limited distance at which I can read" he says as a smirk remained on his face "Oh right" I muttered making my way to my large window and showing him the book. 'Purple Hibiscus by Buchi Emecheta' My all time favourite even though this was like my fifteenth time reading it again and yes I love it THAT much. "I love your top" he said casually while folding his arms and placing them on the window frame. I felt my gave going up in flames and I thanked mother nature I wasn't some shades lighter, cause if I was,

Lazy smirk, perfectly messy hair, and a phone in his hand like it’s his lifeline. “Look who finally decided to show up,” he says, barely glancing up. “I was starting to think you’d joined some cult or something.” “I did,” I say, dropping my bag with a thud. “We worship books and drink iced coffee instead of Kool-Aid.” He raises an eyebrow. “I think I’ve read that book.” “Probably didn’t finish it.” “You wound me.” I sit down beside him, careful not to get too close, and hold up the book for him to see; A Court of Fang and Foolish Decisions. He tilts his head, looking unimpressed.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

At this moment, I had to admit that the guy who would crawl up 3,000 steps, stay up all night when I was sick, and search around the city for a hairclip I liked, was gone forever. "It's okay." I turned around and left. "Some things are just meant to be gone." Yelena's sobbing came from behind me. Leonard wanted to say something to me, but he ran after her in the end. I stood in front of the window and watched the two run out of the villa. The sun was so bright, but I was trapped in the dark.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Hendrick didn't agree with me going alone at first but I immediately opposed the idea of him tagging along. He just accompanied me until I got to the library. He bid his goodbye. He must have felt that I am distancing myself from him. That is hurting me, but that is what is the best for us and my heart. Although it was just an excuse that I would read in the library to avoid him, I read fantasy books. I like a book called 'Please I Want to Have Fun by xxJabami.' It has the same situation I am in, but the ending is happy and not like what I am right now.