I Met Him Novels & Stories

He hold me on my arm preventing me from dalling. "Yes I am fine" I raise my head up blinking my eyes repeatedly as my eyes landed on the familiar face Mr Blake I knew him somewhere. "Have we met before?" he asked watching my face closely as I try to remember where I knew him from then it strike me I remember. "Know I don't you we haven't met before"we I throw him a fake smile trying to get away from him real quick.

He knows I like him and I also knew that he likes me more than I do. I am very happy that I met him in my life. I have thought that no blessings would come into my life, but then, Jinx appeared.

She announced, standing up and coming to meet me. I stumbled backwards as my eyes widened in fear. Going to meet him in his office? With his coffee? Oh no! Not his office. And definitely not coffee again.

Occasionally Aiys notices Juna, who is still calm in driving. I'm still trying. Trying to open, Opening a new Eid Enough, me and you Without him!

“If you love him so much then why is there another boy here? A boy that Eric might not be fond of.” “Him?” I point at Lucas. “This is Lucas. A fellow friend of mind. It’s like we’ve been friends since forever,” I give her an awkward smile. “No need to lie. I can tell by the way he looks and smells. It smells like your shampoo.” “I forgot to mention he’s living with me. It must’ve slipped my mind,” I scratch the back of my head. “It must’ve. It’s good to meet you, Lucas. If you need me, call me. My number in the phonebook. Just look for Veronica L.”

“I’ve got a meeting. I’ll talk to you later.” Just like that, the call ended with a cold and piercing beep. I stood there, frozen, still holding the phone. Not long after, my screen lit up again. This time, it was a message from an unknown number. [You think Isaac has been on a business trip this whole time? Actually, he’s been with me in Forland watching the northern lights.] Attached was a photo of Isaac, holding Grace in his arms and kissing her beneath a sky of glowing auroras. The next few days, I lived like a walking corpse. I couldn’t eat or sleep, and my body grew thinner by the day. Until one night, I was in the bathroom taking a shower when it happened.

I like him a lot. As we walk, we settle into a small silence until I break it. “Hey, tell me more about your time with him…with the enemy.” He sighs. “You really want to know about that?” “Yeah. How did you guys meet?” I ask. “Hm…well…we met while being strapped to wooden poles and having our backs seared with burning whips.” “Okay, stop. Never mind. I’m sorry I asked.” “Don’t be sorry.”

“Someone I met by accident. Literally. I almost hit him with my car.” Roman frowned slightly, but motioned for me to continue. “He checked on me afterward,” I added. “That’s all.” Roman leaned back, exhaling slowly. “Did you meet him often?” “No,” I answered immediately. “It was only our second meeting.” “Second?” Roman repeated. “Yes,” I said. “Once at the supermarket. Once for coffee. That’s it.” “And last night?” he asked. I hesitated, then decided lying would only make things worse.

So in a way, I knew of him, but we had never actually met. That changed when he approached me himself. We introduced ourselves, and a light, casual conversation began. Word after word, moment after moment, and by the evening I felt as though I had known him my whole life. Being with him was so easy, so natural, that it was almost frightening.

“What meeting?” “With that asshole Russian.” Just then, I remember the very first time I came back to New York, and on that day, I also met him, but in an awful way. “Thank you for coming at that time,” I mumbled, but then I realized something as I raised my eyes on him. “ How did you even know I was there?” The corner of his lips lifted. “I put you a tail.” “I knew it. You're obsessed with me.” “Guilty at a charge.”