If He Had Been With Me Book Summary Novels & Stories

At the end of the novel, he lost all four of his limbs trying to save her and was left alone to rot, living through a fate much worse than death itself. After transmigrating into this world for five years, I made sure to jot down all of his likes and dislikes, his highs and his lows, and always stayed by his side so that I could save him from his terrible fate. Everyone knew that I was in love with him. I was the only one who stayed unafraid even after seeing his darkest side. At the very beginning, he acted very hostile toward me. He refused to believe a word I said and only had eyes for Gladys.

"No. It is not." I closed the book and faced him fully. Through the bond I could feel the shape of what he had been carrying alone for three days, the weight of that single line, the way it had pressed against every decision since. He had fought the coalition and faced the Council and watched his pack fracture, and underneath all of it had been this room and these words and the knowledge that we were building toward something that had only two possible endings. "You should have told me," I said. "I know."

She replied and he nodded. “Do you want to talk about it though?” He asked and she sighed. “There is really nothing to talk about. I got married to a stranger because of five million dollars. With time I found out he is the most difficult person to be with and I still decided to be with him after all that.” She said and shrugged. “Alex is crazy though. He went on a business trip in Los Angeles then came back a week later with a wife.” “Really? He was on a business trip?”

Leaving me alone and utterly hopeless. This wasn't how my life was meant to go. This wasn't the happy ending I Wanted! He wasn't who I wanted! THEY where! They always had been! But maybe he was what I deserved after all I had put them through! [ End of Book 1! Book 2 will start in January. Be prepared for tears, heartbreak, and a love story to thaw even the iciest of hearts! ]

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.

I pressed my fingers to the same spot and cursed him. ‎I should have shifted back immediately, but I didn’t, and a part of me was glad I didn’t. I hated it. I hated it even more how part of me had leaned into that tiny touch instead of pulling away. And I hated how I’m lying here thinking of if he wanted the same. ‎I turned to my side pulling the bedside drawer open. The book was still there. Heath had done this before, pulling me closer and closer till I became collateral damage. If I was entering into his world, I had to be smart and careful

he continued. His eyes lit up, almost like saying out those words gave him hope. “And if you won’t come with me—fine, I have already lost enough people, all on my head, I don't want to loose another person, but if I could have just one person with me, I’d be more than glad for it be you beside me, my partner.” I didn’t answer, not right away at least. I looked at him—this man I had bled with, yelled at, carried through war, and been carried by.

"And I wrote it all down. So you could see it too." The wind stirred, rustling through the leaves, and for a moment, I was certain he was beside me, laughing at how foolish I was to carry his book everywhere. I smiled. "I believe you would have enjoyed it." I stayed a while, telling them everything—the cities, the people, the smell of the sea in the mornings. I told them about Mike. How he lingered. How I still didn’t know why. How I had stopped asking. And then, as the sky lightened, I stood up. "I’m okay now," I whispered, exhaling deeply. "I believe. I’ve learned to live again, at last."

I heard the fact that he survived, the fact that he was back with nothing but ego. Over the years, it was all just Lorenzo and Alisha that I ever had to deal with. They were never worth it till I made the war. It was supposed to burn to ruin, leaving nothing to remain. His body wasn't supposed to be found, not even a strand of hair. Then, I failed but not anymore. My eyes searched through till they finally got to a particular person. Hayley Arres, With someone else, smooching themselves at a corner that my eyes darkened.

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.