If He Had Been With Me Synopsis Novels & Stories

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.

To him, it might not be impressive but from the Abyss I was the best they had trained in the region and that makes it true that my basic reading was a whole per cent true. I close my eyes and take a deep breath seeking relief burrowing in my chest and flowing right out into my fingertip. There was a chance he might be alive and this blood will lead us to him. Following them right there was the best thing I have ever done and it doesn't go over my head that I'm now having companionship with the two people I barely trust, his Beta Williams who is like a father to him couldn't have deceived me and his biological father that had to dig out of nowhere with an attitude I want to punch out of his g

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—”

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 walked toward him, a warmth I couldn't explain rising in my chest. "All done?" He glanced past me at Derek. I nodded. Yes. It was all over. The storm had passed. The waves had receded. But the shore had been there all along.

That no one was there. He dragged me towards the bed and made me sit on it. I had seen him. There was no lie in it. He poured a glass of water and handed it to me. “This cannot be the truth, Hades. You have to believe me. I saw him with my eyes. I saw his scared face”

I said, already knowing one thing or another it had to do with Fiona. I wore my shirt and came out quietly, slowly walking towards the veranda to see him. He wasn't just alone; he came with so many guards and two elders by his side. He stood looking around as he chuckled, whispering some words to his beta who was standing beside him. “And what if I don't plan to see him?” I said as my beta looked at me, confused.

"Mommy!" My chest tightened. I wanted to tell her not to touch me, that I was dirty. A loud thud echoed behind me. I turned and saw that Hanson had collapsed onto the floor. His eyes were red and locked on my body, like he couldn't look away. "M-Melody?" His voice shook, raw and broken. He recognized me. I suddenly remembered something he once told me. No matter what happened, no matter how I looked, he would always recognize me at a glance.

He has been my confidant over the years, he can be quite professional most times when needed, but he can also be an asshole when he wants to be. How was I supposed to know she was a carnivore or a cannibal? How could I have guessed that in this world of modern technology, there were still blood-hungry witches disguised as humans? AJ had arrived just in time at the Villa to witness the embarrassing scene. My pride has been bruised severely. My clenched jaw hurts from gritting my teeth back and forth. The door opened and my intense gaze followed the doctor as he entered with the results in his hand. His eyes met mine and he quivered a bit.

I tell him gently, “you might not always get to pick your number.” He tilts his head, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But you picked number one, didn’t you?” The knife drives into my side, sliding between ribs and angling straight toward my heart. Pain explodes, sharp and unrelenting, and in that instant, I’m back with Mera back to that night in the bar years ago. We’d only known each other a few weeks then, maybe six, maybe eight. Not long, but long enough to feel the gravity she carried with her. The way she moved, laughed, leaned into the world it threw me off balance every time.