If He Had Been With Me Book Summary Novels & Stories

It would only take a very little time before his wolf would start demanding for his mate. So I left the second man I ever loved and did my best to bring the two together on acceptable terms. And I am happy. I don’t want to think about how our fates would’ve changed if Harma never appeared. I’ve shut that chapter of my life. Let’s stick to the reality of things and Henry’s presence in my life. I give my response with that conviction. “I wouldn’t.” A long pause ensues between us, fumbling with my tension before I hear the clearing of his throat. His voice sounds from the other end, deep with pride.

“For giving me a chance to start afresh. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I didn’t leave that vicinity.” “How about I tell you a secret? I was also on the verge of ending it when I came across your picture. So, let's just say we helped each other to survive. I am really glad you agreed to walk this journey with me.” He stretched out his hand for me to hold. I felt a bit skeptical about it, but I took it anyway and it felt warm. Too much like that of my dad. “Maybe he would never change.” My wolf whispered. We would have to keep our fingers crossed.

"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]

He was stubborn enough to come with me, but what was wrong with me? Why did I permit him to come with us? He was a normal human. I ignored the danger of a normal human being in a war. I thought I would protect him. I was overconfident. I was so careless to bring my bestie here with me. I am sorry, Daniel—I couldn't protect you. Why would you risk your life for me? The moment I found you dead, my heart ached. The moments with him started rolling in front of my eyes. The day I met him in college, he was an entertainer.

And I didn’t want to associate with a creep like him. Then he spent a whole lot of time explaining that wasn’t the case and I have no idea how, but he managed to win me back into carrying him. I mean, I was pretty sure that I wasn’t gonna carry him anyway and there I was, doing the thing that I didn’t expect myself to do. Life, I guess.

I asked him. He told me about the mysterious book. He is the only one who sees what is written there. There he knows his every move is written in the book. So he follows it because he wants to reach the end of the story where he can enjoy the happy ending. And that was the reunion of his whole family. With his late father and mother. He was hoping for that happy ending.

He turned to me and moved forward, crossing the distance between us before gently taking my hand. “I stand by what I said.” He ground out, “If you want to throw it away or think it's useless, do it. It's yours.” He slid the book into my hand, making me grip it firmly. The heat of his skin burned. I remained still in place, staring at him. Guilt hit me harshly. I'd made a mistake. He hadn't lied or gone behind my back. He'd stuck to his word. The hurt, and my breakdown was for nothing because I'd fucking ASSUMED.

' He then turned to face me. "Why couldn't it be feasible if you're the main character in this world, I reasoned. The main figure who, by some miracle, finds an answer to everything. But there was one thing he didn't have. In this book, the main guy is all alone, but he eventually meets someone. Someone who never questioned his choices and was constantly at his side." Then Henry gazed at me with glassy eyes. "Perhaps I want to be that man that would stand by your side, would you decline?"

It was just not reserved for me. It was still crazy that he had yet to acknowledge me even once. Kylan wasn’t there yet, neither was Nate who was attached to his hip. I still had no idea how I would survived my first day after everything that had happened between us. Through the window, I caught a man heading to my direction, carrying a book in his hand. He was handsome, with thick dark curls, and dark eyes. His training gear fit him perfectly, showing off his toned body, and his smile was friendly.

I couldn't respond because he grabbed my hand and was going to yank the book from my hand. Despite my effort, he overpowered me. And the instant he saw the front page of the book, his expression changed. “Why?" He asked, locking eyes with me.