If He Had Been With Me Plot Novels & Stories

He said and u nodded If it were up to me, I would have raced there in no time and if everyone is getting killed, I would have died with them too. I stared at him with a smile on my face when my eyes met her, it’s good I have him by my side, it was getting lonely, not being able to have anything else or anyone by my side. I was pulled out of my thoughts when we heard the noise again ms this time he stared at me; he knew that we had heard the same thing and he helped me up as we headed toward the window.

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.

I responded immediately. “Sorry but neither of you have a choice. Did you think I was not aware your mates are standing by in case things go south?” he chuckled. My heart stuttered. They had known our plans all along. How was that possible? “It does not matter. If we cannot stay together, we will leave,” I said, turning to walk out the door.

Even if I was to die now, They won't help me, I'll be left on the road to rot, no friends and family to give me a proper burial. As I was shedding tears of misfortune, Jack approached me, he was trying to make me get up and keeping walking but I told him I couldn't.. I was thinking he'd leave me and continue walking but then he picked me up and carried me in his arms... I was surprised really.. I wasn't expecting him to do that but anyways I was grateful.

He always looked so happy with her. My thoughts had been washed away by the sound of footsteps coming in my direction. My eyes have been met with his blue ones which held emotions that I was able to decipher. Those emotions will soon disappear and he will never have to face me again. I will soon disappear from his life. We were never meant to be together. It was all just a mistake. He came and sat beside me. I was frozen from my feelings. "I need you to come with me." He said to me.

That… that landed differently. I looked away, running a hand through my hair. “It wasn’t my fault he joined the firm.” “No,” she agreed. “It wasn’t. But everything that came after?” She shook her head. “That’s on you.” Somewhere down the hall, a machine beeped steadily. A reminder that time was still moving, even if it felt like mine had stopped. “If you had just told me,” I said again, quieter this time. “If I’d known he was being followed—”

I would have joined the shootout if Damian hadn’t arrived and told me that Hugo was waiting for me outside. I went with him because it was Hugo, after all. Call me gullible, but the man I love was waiting for me outside, so I didn’t hesitate to go with him. My mind was occupied with questions and curiosity, so I didn’t notice when Damian put me in a black van. I thought Hugo was there too, but aside from unfamiliar armed men, I didn’t see anyone I recognized.

What if she found someone else? “You should have followed her,” I told him. “I know, but everything happened so fast. I was already tailing her, and then someone bumped into me and talked to me. I didn’t want to leave her out of my sight, but that human was so persistent in talking to me. Then I missed her."

he muttered. I crossed my arms again. “I had things handled on my own,” I said. “You didn’t need to swoop in and play the ‘protective boyfriend’ role.” “Right. I should’ve just watched, knowing Jenny was watching too?” I blinked. “Jenny was watching? I didn’t see her.” “Obviously,” he said, with a little sarcasm. He’d come to the beach with Jenny — there was no way that was just a coincidence. What were they playing at?

“I don't want my child growing up in a separate home. You're moving in with me.” I opened my mouth to protest but the second I saw two of his men on their feet, waiting for his signal. His eyes softened, but it wasn’t for long. “Don’t make me repeat my words,” he said. My heart was racing in my chest as he got up from the booth. In that one moment, though, I realized that whatever life I’d been living ended that night that I met him. “Did you hear me?” His voice lowered, shaking me to my core. I gulped, shaking as I stared into his eyes.