If He Had Been With Me Back Cover Mga Nobela at Kwento

Never. Someone was behind.

he uttered as calmly as ever. The message was clear—he had my back.

He always provided a supportive shoulder when I couldn't stand, yet I had backstabbed him. My fingers clutched his back, digging into the fabric of his shirt just to make sure he was real, that he wouldn’t disappear like the countless dreams I had of him. My tears soaked his shirt as I buried my face in the warmth I thought I’d lost. "Shh... Shh... Dolcezza," he mumbled. "It's enough." He rubbed my back. "Take deep breaths." I sniffled and took a deep breath before lifting my head to see him. His own eyes were glistening with tears.

“I’m not sure what I would’ve done without you.” Harvey leaned back, his eyes warm as he looked at me. “We’ve got each other’s backs, Aria. That’s how we survive.”

he said as he brushed past me. “I am not!” I called after him. “Okay,” he simply replied without even looking back. At that moment, I wished the ground would just open up and swallow me. I had been so stupid not to control my thoughts whenever I was with him.

he added before pushing me back inside. To be continued…

I was already going in even as I spoke and I knew my beta would come along, he always had my back even when I might be wrong. "Hope you won't get us into any trouble, you know the business that goes on in there." I shrug at his words but my heart was beating faster than normal.

I should have thought carefully before opening my mouth and agreeing on that bet. What was I even thinking when I made such a ridiculous bet with him? For goodness sake, this was his kind of person, the playboy type but then me, it wasn’t and yet I went ahead and made that kind of bet. "Getting red again, are we now?" he teased me going to my back and helping me place my hair to the back. "I wasn't," I lied but it was too late, he had seen my face already. When he was done sleeking my hair back, he checked my necklace and secured it properly. We were so close to each other I could feel his hard abs on my back.

My subconscious mind was taking all over me, that I ended up going after me. He was facing his back on me. I touched his shoulders and from behind...

“She hasn’t.” Then his whisper—quiet, but thunderous in meaning: “She forgot one thing.” “What?” “I’m still alive.” And this time— he wasn't Julian. He wasn't Ethan. He was war. But as the silence settled in the vault, I noticed something tucked inside the back cover of the journal. A torn piece of parchment. I pulled it free, fingers trembling. “What’s this?” I murmured. Ethan took it, squinting in the dim light. His jaw flexed as he read.