If He Had Been With Me Synopsis Novels & Stories

What was he doing around here? He returned with a cup and knelt beside me. “Tell me what happened.” I looked at him, searching his face. There was no anger. Just concern. Genuine concern. “What are you doing here in the forest,” I whispered with curiosity all over my voice. I wasn't expecting to see him. He was the last person I think it could ever come across. Ever since the rejection from Mike. I had a nerve cross path with Sari. I know he does exist but I can't tell where and how.

I couldn't even react because at that moment, Heitor reached our side, and indeed, he was still accompanied by Bernardo and the couple he had dined with. "I'm glad you're still here," he said excitedly. "I want you to meet some special people."

Haden "Haden!" Bailey hisses as soon as she sees me. She scuttles out of the crowd of people she's sitting with and runs towards me. When we collide, it feels like everything is at least mildly right in the world. Half of the worry and weight on my shoulders vanish as I breathe in her scent. There was a time when I thought that I would never have something like this for myself. That I was meant to be alone, that my mate was somewhere far away from me or already dead.

he changed he position again. "I later confirmed that they were all shot dead, the four of them, I would've been among if Henry didn't kept me at home, so I owe him my life" he chuckled "even now he doesn't know he is my savior, nobody knows, so I changed and instead of paying him with the girl of his life I still lost the girl" he looks at me and J can see the tears forming. I even felt a sense of debt towards Henry after this story, if it wasn't for him I would never have met this beautiful creature before me.

Right before I died, he leaned in and whispered, "If it weren't for you, Gloria and I would've been together. So if there's a next life... let me go." That was it. Whatever love I had left burned out. Gone. So when I came back, I avoided Evan like my life depended on it. Eight years. No contact. No mistakes. And I still ran into him. *** I had zero interest in wasting time on either of them. I just wanted to find Mia.

It was a masterclass in manipulation, and I had just been schooled. The conversation with Chloe replayed in my mind. “What’s your next step?” I had wanted to see him, to feel a connection. I had seen him. I had felt a connection, but it was the connection of a stranger, a ghost from his past. The investigation had begun, but it had already led me to a place of profound discouragement.

He turned around and with his stride, he walked away. My eyes are fixed on his back, the way his step collapses and the strength of his walk as it seems every eye is falling at his watch as he moves. The very ground looks like it is collapsing, and I cannot help but watch as he walks until he disappears completely. “Oh my goodness what just happened” I ransacked my brain as I walked as fast as my legs could carry me until I settled back into the seat. “I saw that, what did he say to you?” Overzealous Jessy asked me as soon as I rejoined her on the seat.

Falling for a mobster is quick. It can happen in the second he shields you from a bullet. But it can take a lifetime to forget him. I should know. And I'm just grateful I finally made a clean break. At JFK's international terminal, Mia was waiting for me by the departures curb. She was my only friend in this city, and the only person who knew everything about me and Alessandro. Seeing my pale face, she pulled me into a tight, pained hug. "Get to Europe and start over. You've earned your freedom."

Out of nowhere, all confident and smug in a cheap suit that he somehow made look expensive. “This is the best view on campus,” he’d said, standing next to me like we were old friends. “Sometimes you can see a rainbow.” I looked. He wasn’t wrong. That rainbow saved me more than he knew. That one sentence, that stupid little glimmer of beauty… it anchored me. Three years later, we met again. And the next seven years? Messy. Passionate. Tragic. Classic Alpha-meets-girl tale, minus the happy ending. Now, he was right in front of me again—but something in him was dimmed. His aura used to burn like wildfire. Now it flickered like a dying lantern.

What the hell had happened to my life? The maid pulled the chair back so I could sit down, facing Matteo. He hadn’t changed a bit in his appearance. His crystal-clear blue eyes stared at me curiously, his black straight hair, the beard, and the chiseled jaw. The only difference now was that I didn’t know him anymore. I didn’t know who he was, or why he was part of all this. He was one of them. And he didn’t even have the decency to break up with me in person; he did it over the phone.