If He Had Been With Me Synopsis Novels & Stories

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”

He has changed a lot since the day, I had met him in Freckles. He was different the moment I saw him and somehow he reminded me of David that night. That was why I couldn’t control myself from spending a night with him. But little did I knew that he was going to twist all of my fate from there. Meeting him was never a coincidence. It was a well-planned story which was going to open the incomplete closed chapters of my life. Caden was supposed to meet me, show me the way to where I am right now. And I am grateful for that. But…

Right before he confessed to her. "Was supposed to give it to you the night you said 'I love you'. Funny, right? I had this whole dramatic speech rehearsed... but now all I want is for you to just open your eyes. That's it. You don't even have to say anything," he smiled through tears. Yet no response! "Come back to me... or at least fight your way back, Anju! Like you always do, come back to me, please! I know you will, because I'm not leaving. Not until you do."

But Paul looked at me with his eyes filled with loathing, right before he spoke; “Did you really think I came here alone? If that’s what you believe… then look to your right.” I turned my head slowly, even though my heart was already thudding with the realization of his presence behind me. And just as I expected… sanding there, silent as a shadow among the trees, was Jonas. My mate, although I didn't know for how long that would be the case. He wasn’t saying a word, but he didn't have to say anything out loud. The moment our eyes met, I knew that I had just lost everything.

He tried to count the turns of the van or even track where they were taking him, but the alcohol and the fear made it impossible. By the time they dragged him out of the van, his legs were half-dead. He stumbled forward with rope biting into his arms, until finally he was shoved into a chair. The sack came off with a violent tug. Light exploded into his vision. Trent blinked hard, chest heaving, eyes darting around the bare room—the cement walls, the single bulb swinging overhead, the shadows in the corners. And then he saw him. Ross. Sitting across the table with his hands folded like this was a business meeting instead of an abduction.

“Because you’re with me.” I stared at him, the fear and confusion warring with something else…something I couldn’t name. “What now?” He stood, offering me his hand. “Now, we run.” I stared at his outstretched hand, my chest tightening. His words echoed in my mind: Because you’re with me. It wasn’t an apology, but it felt like one. The faint sounds of shouts and hurried footsteps snapped me back to reality. They were still looking for us. There was no time to dwell on anything but survival.

I have to try. . #JASMINE I couldn't believe the change in my fortune.. First I was heading home back to my father and now here I am together with some stinky man looking gigantic monsters whom had kept me close by where they could see me, i couldn't escape if I wanted to and even if I did, it would be of no use because I had nothing to keep me alive out there in the desert.

If I’d known that this was going to happen, I would have never come. “Hedy!” My head shot up as I heard Candido’s voice. I heard boots coming towards me, then I saw him. I reached out for him sobbing. “Candido?” I cried. He wrapped his arms around me and scooped up close. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.” He hushed me. “I have you now. I have you. I found you. Everything’s okay, princess. Everything’s okay.” “I just… It was so dark, and then I was in a van and…”

I ran and I ran and I ran until he finally caught up with me. Was this Hell? Henry was just announced as my mate and I was his. Let the suffering commence.

I crawled to him and hauled him upright, my arms locking around him as if letting go would unmake him entirely. “I’m here,” I said hoarsely. “I’ve got you.” His hands fisted in my clothes. “You shouldn’t have followed.” I pulled back enough to look at him. “There was never a version of this where I didn’t.” The place we’d fallen into was not a place at all. It was an inside.