Close To You Novel Novels & Stories

“Can you be any more shameless?” I asked. Bishop leaned against the door, and the black fabric slipped out of my hand. He looked at me indifferently with his arms crossed. After a while, he suddenly closed the kitchen door and pinned me against the stove. He was so close to me, hot breath spreading on my cheek, making me jump a little bit. I struggled desperately, but couldn't shake him off in the slightest. “Stop messing around!” I said hurriedly.

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

Hyomi closed her eyes to sleep. However, her slanted eyes suddenly opened again when she heard the guitars strings tinkling right beside her tent. Suddenly shocked, Hyomi sat up with her legs in front of her chest, her chin resting on her knees, and her long hair loose, as if covering all sides of her face. Hyomi was curious. The strings of the guitars Wiped out by the white silence Today I want to tell my story That I can't end My thoughts are clumped together like a snowdrift

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

Close enough that every move mattered. Close enough that the next one would decide how this ended.

The room felt smaller now, the shadows leaning in closer as though they wanted to listen. He stepped around the table, unhurried, his boots soft against the worn wood floor. She froze, watching as he closed the distance, until he stood just in front of her chair. His height blocked the glow of the overhead lamp, casting her into a halo of shadow. “You’re standing too close,” she said, though her voice cracked on the last word. He tilted his head, eyes studying her face as if reading every flinch and breath. “Am I?” Maya tried to step back, but the chair pressed against the back of her legs. He didn’t touch her, not yet, but the proximity alone sent heat rushing up her neck. His presence was

I arrived at Kelly's birthday party with a group of people in tow. Under the warm glow of the chandeliers, Zarrick and Kelly were drinking from the same glass, the crowd cheering them on. Their affection for each other was sickening, a disgusting display of intimacy. If there had been a bed nearby, I was sure they would have tumbled onto it right then and there. The memory of my past life—their betrayal, my suffering—flooded back like a tidal wave. I wanted to tear them apart, strip them of their perfect, polished facade.

A small amount spilled, warm against my skin. “Careful,” he murmured. Before I could react, he leaned forward. Too close. Way too close. His hand brushed lightly against my chest as he wiped the spill away.his hand carefully and slowly brushed against my n**ples which set a sensitive signal to my head, The contact was brief. Accidental. But my entire body reacted like it wasn’t. A sharp inhale caught in my throat. My pulse spiked instantly. He paused. Just for a second. Like he noticed.

“Because I won’t have it any other way.” “You’re standing too close,” Edward murmured, his voice dropping. Abigail blinked. “W-What’s wrong with being close?” “You’re too close,” he admitted. “I can’t handle it.” “Then don’t,” she said simply. That was all it took. Edward leaned in and captured her lips. Abigail didn’t resist; she melted into the kiss, letting him take control. The world faded, leaving only warmth, familiarity, and longing between them. Edward was the first to pull away, resting his forehead against hers, his breath uneven.

Marina clumsily tried to make lunch in the kitchen. I walked over and hugged her from behind. She relaxed and placed her hand over mine. “Lunch’s ready. Luna said she wants to go to the park and ride the little train. Should we go later this afternoon?” “Sure.” I pulled her deeper into my arms. The sun was bright. The nightmare was over. Our life together had just begun. [The End.]