If He Had Been With Me Synopsis Novels & Stories

I had cried because I missed it. I had tried desperately to forget it. Yet somehow... It remained engraved in my memory. Slowly. Very slowly. I turned my head. And there he was. Rowen. My heart stopped. And he wasn't alone. There was someone with him. Michela.

I grinned widely, a victorious smirk on my face, and walked over to see if he was still alive. I saw him soaked in his own blood, barely breathing. “Aish! I was planning to keep you alive so you could tell me what I needed to know, but you were determined to die,” I said, shaking my head. He coughed, blood spilling from his mouth, so I immediately called one of my comrades to report what happened. While waiting, I passed the time reading a story. I came across a story titled “Play with Me, Mr. Billionaire.”

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.

He'd treated me like some pathetic joke. … Another fulfilling day had come to a close as we walked home beneath the moonlight. But at the foot of our building, I spotted someone who looked familiar, yet felt entirely out of place. It was Kyle. For a split second, I didn't recognize him. In less than two weeks, he'd wasted away to the point he was barely recognizable. The Alpha who once brimmed with life now looked drained and lifeless. Instinctively, I tugged at my friend's sleeve, ready to slip into the building. However, he recognized me immediately, even from behind.

It was like my life had started over the day I woke up in the hospital. I lay back against the pillows, letting my mind wander. The quiet of the room made the thoughts louder. Suddenly, the same flash came back — the man’s voice saying clearly, “Come with me to Hawaii.” I saw a glimpse of his face this time, just for a second. He wasn’t Cassian. He looked younger, with kind eyes and a gentle smile. The memory brought a sharp pain to my head again, but it passed quickly.

I said, my face perfectly calm. His eyes shifted to Silas. Silas stood beside me, not touching me, giving me the space to handle it myself. "Who is he?" Wyatt asked. "I don't think I owe you an explanation." A flash of raw grief hit his eyes. He looked down. "Did you find a new mate?" I glanced at Silas, then back at Wyatt. "I found freedom and power. That's better than anything." As I strode away, Wyatt remained rooted to the spot, his hands hanging limp at his sides, watching a door close that he could never walk through again.

Maybe a snob? Would I be with more friends? The questions became unbearable until I willed them to stop. At least with this life I got to witness the struggles people endure each day. I got to experience so many difficulties and I proudly endured them. Heck! I even dated a criminal. I got to have Harry in my life. So no. I won't leave my baby behind. For my baby, Sydney has to decide. Me: We need to talk. Meet in the coffee shop we once went to.

" I got startled when my manager popped out suddenly, causing me to stop what I was doing. And that stayed on my mind. I stared with blank expression at Hades when I saw him again talking to the old woman under the bridge. This is how he is, usually. He follows me to central every time I go to work and it looks like he spends time here the whole day while I work. I walked closer to their direction and I once again caught their attention. The old woman's big smile every time she talks to Hades disappeared and her disposition seemed to return to a one crazy old woman. I sighed heavily after seconds of staring at them. I rolled my eyes after. “Bunch of riddles.” I whispered to myself, and conti

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.