Books Like Me Before You Novels & Stories

A thread of desperation tangled with the fire. She yanked free, turning toward the mirror. Her reflection stared back: crimson lips, robe clutched tight, eyes wide and raw. Her whisper bled into the glass. “And what if I was his before I was ever yours?” The silence that followed was worse than any answer. The first crack had opened. And there was no closing it now.

I hadn't planned on you coming to my rescue, so for safety's sake, I just accepted the identity you gave me for a while. I wasn't mad about this reveal. Instead, I extended my hand to her in a straightforward manner. "Give it back to me then." Delilah cocked her brow, her face displaying a rare hint of bewilderment. "What are you talking about?" I replied, "I want my bank card with five million dollars in it. I feel so irritated the more I think about it—I feel like a panhandler trying to donate money to a mogul."

Now, I could finally wear it openly on my finger. The taxi finally stopped at a seaside villa, which was the house I had bought with the money I saved over the years. I opened the door and felt slightly dazed at the sight of the room's layout. When I turned the lights on, the figures of two people seemed to materialize before me. It was Lucaro and I, sitting on the couch watching a show and playfully arguing. "From now on, let's not leave any misunderstandings unresolved. It's too suffocating to just watch things go unsaid," I said.

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

I got up and walked out of the practice room, heading over to the main hall. I exhaled sharply before opening the door and the moment I stepped in, all eyes were staring at me like I was the celebrity who walked into their daydream. I was handsome, cute eyes, straight legs, nice abs, but not everything a lady would want, I was broken inside and I was aware I am a mess, a mess that couldn’t fall in love with just any girl, a mess that despised that word love because I watched it ruin my mother.

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

I clarified. "Wait—what are you trying to say?" I didn't know how to put it in a way that does not offend her, hence I just stayed quiet about it and just described to her what the specific contents of the book may entail. Thankfully, she obliged without a word. After relentless scouring and searching, we eventually stumbled upon one that met my criteria. It was a journal—a journal authored by a former warrior of the Great Rift. "Are you sure this is what you're looking for? Not a textbook?"

he asks again before taking another notice on the book. "okay, I recently finished reading Love Between Us. it is romance novel about a girl or let say a woman who got betrayed by her best friend and husband, but falls in love with another married man but he ends up breaking her heart by leaving her and moving to a different country after his wife died. She became a spiteful woman and literally hated men" I rant to him. " Well and how did you feel about the book" he asks

***Author's Note: Please read books 1-4 before reading this book or else you'll be extremely lost. You will not be able to read this as a stand-alone. Books are as follows: Book 1: P.S You're My Mate Book 2: She's My Mate Book 3: I'm His Mate Book 4: His Warm-Blooded Mate Please remember to leave a review, vote with your diamonds, and comment! _________________________________________ SYLVAIN

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