If He Had Been With Me Book Novels & Stories

He had no shirt on, his head bent over a huge black book that looked like a ledger. He did not flinch nor did he look up when I entered the door as if he had known I was going to do just that. His tanned back looked sweaty. Like he had just come from a run. The scene looked so perfect —like a trap. And instead of me running away from the trap, I pushed my leg forward carrying myself deeper and deeper into the danger with a heart swelling with desire.

"F i r s t... l i f e. H e a l e r... n i g h t... j a s m i n e ... a n d... d i e d... i n... t h e... h a n d s... o f... w o l f... s p i r i t. S e c o n d... l i f e. S a m e. I... w o n d e r... i f... y o u r... l i f e... i s... p a t h e t i c... o r... y o u... l i k e... l i v i n g... i n... m i s e r y." He clicked his tongue and the book disappeared from his hand. He put his chin on the back on his hand and stared at her who was standing silently. "Why are you with him? Can't you see these red flags."

Would he have been different? Of course, I knew there was little value in wondering. Callum was who he was now, and he seemed to have no intention of changing it. He had chosen Bianca, the liar who stole my identity. I had rejected him. Perhaps, once, we could have been; but not anymore. Ultimately, I decided that it was too risky to bring the book with me where it could potentially get damaged during the day, so I carefully tucked it under my mattress and hurried out the door.

I put the ocean engineering book down. I sat with it for a while. He'd been there. In Seattle, outside my building, in the dark. I hadn't known. The bond had been running between us that night — had it been one of the two-in-the-morning nights, one of the nights when I'd felt the warmth and let myself feel it? Maybe. I couldn't map the timeline exactly. But he'd been standing outside my building carrying the bond and the knowledge of what he'd done, and he hadn't knocked.

Here, it felt like the walls themselves were listening to my thoughts. My chest felt tight. The past three days replayed in my mind without permission. At this point, it was already undeniable. I wrote this book for Rome. Before I even met him, before I knew him, I had already created a version of him in my head. He was my ideal type of man. Then, I met him in real time. He was cold and an asshole at times, definitely. However, he was not heartless. He was only cold because he hated me. This trip, however, I saw more. I saw the way he watched the horizon when he thought no one was looking. The way he slept was like he hadn’t rested properly in years.

His pictures seared behind my eyelids. I was his. Completely. Even when he wasn’t here, he owned me. END OF CHAPTER 23

I had wanted to talk to him about this, yet I had no time or strength left in me to fight as I fell into a deep slumber as the henchman carried me away. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and Kindlevella or etc.

I watched as he brought it towards us. "You see if you would've never gave me that ripped paper I would've never been able to erase your mind again. Your minds protected now because of you reading a true page out of this book. Unfortunately for you I have a few things that will help me out." His wicked smile had me frozen. Every part of me realized my mistake. The book told me to never read it outloud but I assumed since everyone had this book that it was the same.

With him now sitting behind me, with me in between his legs, I leaned back. Now that I wasn’t thinking about things, regarding Caleb and my situation, it was easier to just be in the moment. It allowed me a chance to see that I fit perfectly with Caleb. It was like I was the missing puzzle piece. Getting back off track, I focused on the book. It took me a while, but after what felt like an eternity, I found what I was looking for. “That is weird.” I whispered as I read the words from the book in my head.

Because I am happy when I’m with him. A little voice in the back of my mind reminds me of the fire in my bookstore and losing everything because of something related to Cal. I still haven’t figured out what really happened. He never denied being responsible for it, even if indirectly, so that should serve as an example of why things might be more concerning than what Cal is letting on. But how can I worry about anything when in his arms I feel the safest? No matter how hard I try, I can’t imagine my life without him in it anymore.