Going The Distance Book Novels & Stories

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Distance to Jax, distance to Tristan, distance to the entire situation. Turning to Jax, I clarify; “I’m coming back to your grounds if you let me under the circumstances. Because I want you to know, even if I come back, I’m not coming back to you right now. If I come along, I want you to respect the distance I need and for you to stay away from me.” The words leaving my lips hurt deep within my soul. It feels like I’m being torn apart anew. But it’s simply what I need right now.

I walk into the library deciding it best to skip lunch with a good tale and some music. Picking a few books from the novel section before walking to a secreted corner, I plug in my earphone getting lost in my book. Another boring day and finally I can go home to my safe zone watching N*****x. I stopped by my locker to drop my books before going to the bus stop. Just two weeks more before I graduate and then leave this pack traveling across the world but that can only happen if the Alpha grants me the permission and ma agrees. I didn't have to wait long before a bus stop, I got in finding a seat at the back close to two girls looking not less than seventeen.

I know exactly what I'm going to do I just need to run it pass Zeus, the Alpha, and Luna. VENUS P.O.V........ He just stood there lost in thought and confusion as I walked away. A little part of me felt awful. But after hearing what the moon goddess said I knew it was the right thing. Who and what I am. Those words kept repeating in my brain over and over again. Not because I'm surprised but because I knew there was more to me. I have always felt like I was ment to do something of a higher purpose. That was the reason I was traveling for a year. I knew my journey and answers would start in Greece. From there I had no idea. I somehow knew I would be led in the direction I needed. It was as i

I mumbled a thank you before returning my attention to the view ahead. There was a foot distance between me and Logan, which I'm not sure whether I like or dislike. If he were close, my senses would be on overload, making it impossible for me to focus, while the distance kills me for not being able to be close to him. Looking back at the beautiful scenery, my mind became clouded with a plethora of thoughts. Everything appeared to be so small and delicate from this vantage point. All of the tall buildings and skyscrapers that would have otherwise intimidated me appeared small and even irrelevant. It simply made me realize how things work in life. All of the problems we face on a daily basis m

The sections about Leo took the longest, both of them moving carefully through what had happened to a child who had not been able to consent to any of it, ensuring that the account honoured his experience rather than using it to serve the narrative. They sent Leo the relevant chapters before submission. He read them and said, with the directness that was entirely his: "This is accurate. You can use it." He added one note, a single paragraph clarifying something about his own memory of a particular period, which they incorporated without alteration. The book published the following autumn. The title was theirs: The Distance Between Us. The response was larger than either had anticipated, thou

"So what am I supposed to do? Wait around while he figures out his filing system? Watch my neighbors lose everything because Damon Hale can't process emotions like a normal human being? How’s any of that my fault?" "I'm not telling you to wait. I'm telling you that if you want him to change, if you want him to see your neighbors as people instead of obstacles,you have to stay close enough to matter." Mike's voice is earnest now, almost urgent. "Distance makes it easier for him to categorize. Proximity makes it complicated. And complicated is what you need right now." I consider this. The logic makes sense in a twisted way, but accepting it means swallowing my pride, returning to the dinner t

His Point of View Distance is not difficult for me. It is the state I was made in. I step back from her thread with intention, not severing it, only removing myself from its immediate pull. I do not abandon it. I place it aside, where it will remain until I choose to return. That choice matters. Distance has always been the difference between function and fracture. Between what I am meant to do and what I must never want. I have learned, over long ages, that proximity invites distortion. So I do not linger. I do not watch what I am not meant to touch.