Books Like Me Before You Novels & Stories

My online boyfriend had been my sister's nemesis. He and my sister had been desk mates in high school, always competing for the top spot in their grade. He ranked first, while she ranked second. They could barely stand each other, yet they both ended up attending the same university in our city. Every time my sister came home for a break, she spent days complaining to me about him. This time, she came home with her suitcase and an unusually bright smile on her face. Mom teased her. "How come you did not mention your favorite nemesis this time? You seem to be in such a good mood. Do you have something going on?" My sister laughed and handed Mom a gold necklace. "Here. Your future son‑

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-“

Even though they were miles apart, Alina could almost see the bright smile on her mother’s face. They talked for hours, Alina didn’t even realize how much time had passed until she glanced at the clock. When the call finally ended, Alina sat still for a moment, hugging her phone to her chest. Then she stood up and walked to her bookshelf. Her fingers brushed along the spines of several books before stopping at one particular title “Seven Days Before Goodbye” by Aria Bennett. A small smile tugged at her lips as she pulled it out. That book was her favorite not just because it was beautifully written, but because every word inside it felt strangely personal. It was as if someone had written he

~CAMILLE~ When I returned to the room, my eyes caught a book on the stool beside the bed. It was the one I had been reading yesterday before the heat—A Wolf Before Title. He must have taken it with him yesterday, since I was clinging to it before he arrived. That was thoughtful of him. Since I had nowhere to go today, I decided to read until the day ended. Picking up the book, I settled onto the bed, lying on my side, and opened to the next page. I hadn’t even finished the first paragraph when a thud came at the door.

Back then, we had lamented that we could have stayed there instead had we not booked the hotel. So, I hurriedly suggested that we shouldn't rush to book anything yet. We could check out the area first. Then, I casually "discovered" the retreat. Sure enough, everyone preferred staying there, and we successfully avoided going to the old hotel from our previous life. This was Lionel's first time in a place like this, and he looked like a country bumpkin visiting a grand mansion. Seeing his simple-minded and somewhat foolish excitement made my heart swell with emotion. Lionel was my best friend. In my previous life, I woke from dreams filled with regret on countless nights. I regretted bringing

Hello Readers! First, I would like to thank you all for reading Pain Before Bliss up until this moment. It has been such a joy writing it and I never thought I would write this much for this book. I never had a storyline written out for this book and I just let my thoughts and my heart run free, but it ran so seamlessly and I will forever be grateful.

I had always felt insecure about my health, and I assumed you would leave me once you found out. Worst of all, I was scared you would look down on me for that. My vision blurred as I watched Connor leave the room, carrying Jasmine in his arms. If only you had chosen me, Connor… If only you would show up and make things right again… If you changed your mind, I would still forgive you… I did not know that would be the last time I would ever see Connor Sanders before my death.

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.

Stella gently pulled her arm away from him, then looked up, her tone quiet and unwavering. "There's no point in hiding it anymore. "Ethan, I came back to life. That dream you had was our past life. "Everything you saw—my pain, my despair—every bit of it was real."

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)