If He Had Been With Me Book Novels & Stories

I collapsed onto him, my heart pounding in my chest as we both lay in a state of blissful exhaustion. **** In that moment, I realized that he was more than just my partner - he was the peanut butter to my jelly. *** Thank you for reading this book. Do click on likes and comments, it means a lot to me.

"Okay. But maybe somewhere more private than the library?" "Definitely somewhere more private than the library." As we packed up our books, I felt lighter than I had in weeks. Kamon knew my secret, and he was still here. Still wanted to be with me. Still wanted to kiss me, supernatural complications and all. Maybe Ploy and Bew had been right. Maybe honesty really was the best policy. Even when the truth was completely impossible to believe. [End of Chapter 11]

“We won’t.” And for the first time in a long while, I believed him. *********** Hey, lovelies. Thanks for sticking with this book until this point. Please take time to check out my new book, I Found My Mafia Mom, a Cop Husband. I can say I made a lot of improvement in my writing, and I would love it if you checked it out.

If people don't like reading books then it's not my fault. I shrugged, "Okay, let’s just meet back here." And with that, I turned my way apart from them. Walking towards the elevator alone I pressed the button. The doors opened and I stepped in— pressing the floor number. I waited for the doors to close. As the doors were about to close someone put their feet in between them making it open again. Slowly, I brought my gaze above. The first thing I noticed were those familiar blue pair piercing through me. He entered without any word and came and stood beside me. I wanted to ask him so many questions right now. All was brewing up in my brain but I kept quiet. Is he planning on going with me? O

She turned the offer back over and they sat with it between them, two people in the same room at last, in the same decision, the coffee going cold, the morning going on, and outside the city unhurried and entirely unaware that something in this kitchen had just finally, four months late, begun. End of chapter 46

Sofia I should have known it would end badly. Should have known the second I saw Hilda shaking in the corner, fingers clawing at her scalp, that nothing I said would ever be enough. But that’s the thing about people like me. You see a bomb ticking in a room, and instead of running, you walk right up and try to snip the wires with your teeth. I walked toward her, each step slow. Hilda was bent over, hands braced on her knees, face hidden by the mess of hair that had fallen out of her bun. I heard every inhale, ragged and wet.

His hand caught my wrist, firm enough to stop me. “I’ll fix it,” he said, quieter now. “I promise.” I pulled free before I could think better of it. And this time, I didn’t look back. My chest felt tight, heavier with every step. It wasn’t just the book. It was the waiting. The counting. The way I had actually believed him. And the worst part? There wasn’t another copy. Not anywhere I could get to. I was halfway across the café, tray in hand, scanning for an empty seat when I heard Miranda’s voice.

I’m sitting here with a full heart and slightly trembling fingers because finishing a book is one thing, but finishing it with you is something entirely different. Ezreal and Baron lived in my head for so long. They argued with me. They surprised me. They broke me a little. And somehow, through every late night and every stubborn scene that refused to cooperate, you stayed. You showed up. You felt every ache, every quiet moment, every fracture and every healing breath alongside them. That means more than I can properly put into words, you guys.

I used to pride myself on being slow to anger, but ever since I met Jason, that had been smashed to dust already. I just stayed by the door, watching him and his movements intently, leaning against the door, never taking my eyes off of him. I don't care if he thinks I'm strange at this moment, I really didn't, since I was analyzing him from afar. All this wouldn't have happened if he had allowed us to open up the book. He knew something and if only he had told us, maybe we wouldn't have been in this mess in the first place. "What?" He frowned, realizing how long I had been silent and staring at him.

As he walked away, I closed my eyes and leaned back. I had no job, no plan, and no idea what came next. But I had Henry. And I would die before I let anyone take him from me.