If I Stay Books Series Novels & Stories

More, and more. End of Book 1

My mind was already at the safe house; but my heart stayed in that room. By the time I get to my apartment, Gabby had already texted me with an update. I glance down and smile. She was just as overprotective as I was. Knowing Sareena was in good hands made it easier to leave… even though all I wanted was to turn around and go back to her. As I step out of the elevator, I see Matt already inside, setting up the laptop feed on the TV. “Hey, find anything yet?” I ask, hoping he’s already done and just cleaning up.

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV

I cringed and stopped halfway through my chocolate chip pancakes. I couldn't tell my dads I stayed over at Effie's grandfather's home. I did tell them the truth about Effie's long-lost grandfather. But I had to lie to them about everything else. I feel sick to my stomach lying to two of the most incredible people in my life because they trusted me. I couldn't tell them that Effie was abducted by Heather Seely, the popular girl of our school who turns out to be a psychotic bitch with a capital 'B" with a mind of a crazy person obsessed with Logan and only him. Then she was saved because her grandfather put a tracking device in her necklace and told her the truth about him, and it became a big

After saying all that, she turned and walked out without hesitation. The door slammed shut behind her. I stared at the ceiling as tears slid down my face. The mother who raised me had died a horrific death. The person responsible was still warning me not to cause trouble. I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. When I opened them again, nothing remained except overwhelming hatred. I reached for the pendant hanging around my neck. I pressed a tiny hidden button on the back. After five years of marriage, even Suzanna never knew it was an emergency communicator.

My arm is aching from holding all my books, some of the book corners were stabbing the wound, that didn't help. I put my books down, putting the weight off my injured arm. As each person came in they gave me a dirty stare, some of them full of fear. What the hell? Why are they staring at me like that? A girl came up to me, she had chestnut brown hair. "I wouldn't sit there if I was you." "Why?" "Because, he sits there and if he sees you he'll kill you." "Who's he?"

She sent one message on Wednesday evening, to the main group where the first post had travelled. It said: Tomorrow a book comes out. It is called The Woman Who Stayed. It is the full version of everything I have been writing about this past year. It is for you. She added the cover image. She pressed post. Closed her phone. And went to bed. --- The morning of the launch she woke at her usual time.

Stay tuned with the book if you wanna be on the journey of Chris and Iv. Also, I'm updating Kane and Emily's separate book with weekly updates. you can find their book in my profile. ( I kissed my ex-boyfriend, & it went wrong) I'm also planning a book for Colton and Irene which I'll start writing after Emily and Kane's book ends. Emily and Kane's book is a shorter one. it'll more likely have 40-50 chapters. you can check out my authors account for more updates. Stay tuned and don't forget to leave a review on book 1. I'll eagerly wait for your precious reviews.

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“Something outrageous. With a pulley system and a trapdoor. Something that says ‘adventure’ and ‘home’ all at once.” She smiled, her heart a warm, full ache in her chest. This was the man she had married. Not the besieged strategist, but the builder of treehouses. “I got a letter today,” she said softly. “From Rachel Mirren.” She felt him go still. “And?” “She’s written a book. About power, coercion, and the failure of institutions. She wants to dedicate it to ‘the resilience of survivors.’ She asked for our blessing.” The ghost of their old life, reaching out in the form of a dedication. Not a threat, but an acknowledgment.