Inbetween Novels & Stories

The divorce papers were placed on the table between us, it was a white paper, a black ink and final words. I looked at my name printed neatly at the bottom of the page ‘Ava Blackwood’ and felt an odd sense of separation like I was looking at someone else’s life ending instead of my own.

"There is one way. Dangerous. Possibly fatal. But one way." "Tell me." I turned to her. "Tell me now." "The Between." Solace's gold eyes were steady. "The space where the Old Court exists between dimensions. Time moves differently there. A journey of weeks can be compressed to minutes if you know the paths." "Then take me there." I started toward her.

"The being who records everything. Every timeline. Every choice. Every moment. They exist outside time. Observing. Writing. Remembering. And they might know the secret." "Where do we find them?" Damon stands. Ready. "Everywhere and nowhere." Trinity opens a portal. "They exist in the space between moments. The pause between heartbeats. The silence between words. We have to go there. To the In-Between. And ask." We prepare. Me. My four mates. Trinity. Luna stays with Hope. Protecting. Grounding. Being family. We step through the portal. Into the In-Between. Into a place that shouldn't exist but does. A library. Infinite. Endless. Made of books and scrolls and memories written on reality itsel

I whispered, my eyes scanning the darkness. Far off in the distance, I could see things that looked like giant, glowing jellyfish, their long tentacles trailing through the void like ribbons of electricity. Above us—if you could even call it 'above'—the violet moon we had just left looked like a tiny, fading marble. "This is the Between," Silas explained. His voice was a low vibration that hummed in my chest. "It’s the space the Gods forgot to finish. Nothing is real here unless we make it real."

Something unspoken hung between us. Finally, I exhaled. “…What time?” A faint hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. “Eight.” I nodded slowly. “Understood.” Adrian stepped back toward his desk. “Dismissed.” That was my cue. I turned and walked toward the door, my mind spinning. But just as I reached for the handle “Lena.” I paused, then turned. “Yes?” His gaze held mine one last time. “Try not to run away.” My heart skipped.

Music drifted through the car—something easy, something that made you want to linger. Her son played tour guide from the back. “Sheep!” Keller answered, not even surprised anymore. “Yeah.” “And more sheep!” “Ireland’s breaking records now.” “And cows!” “That’s it. We’re famous.” Selana laughed again—quieter this time, just content. She caught Keller’s glance in the mirror. He noticed, and somehow, nothing needed to be said. These pockets of silence kept happening, places where they just understood each other. After so much chaos, even peace felt a little strange. Strange and a bit scary.

Otherwise… how could I have ended up sold to an underground clinic, dismembered piece by piece? Just as I hung up, I caught sight of Chelsea from the corner of my eye—her face was twisted, barely concealed. She exchanged a glance with the finance director across from her. Both of them looked unsettled, their eyes darting with unease. Chelsea's gaze toward me was filled with resentment. Under her breath, she muttered in disbelief, "How… how is this possible? Why didn't it work…" I let out a silent scoff, then turned to her with a bright, curious smile. "Chelsea, what were you just saying?"

The conversation healed remaining cracks, strengthening their bond. Another message from Elias arrived near dawn. A photo of the park reunion and a warning. They deleted it together, holding each other tighter. The first "I need you" had marked a turning point. The obsession remained, but it was now balanced with profound emotional dependence and partnership.

'SPRINGS OF GRACE' was written in clear, bold letters on a banner at the gate. Inside the place was a white storey building, with pillars decorated with colorful ribbons. It was facing the gate and beside it was a bungalow , which I saw children running around . I found a space to park in the parking lot beside other cars. Just with the crowd of cars, I knew it was a big church and I was a little late. I even expected it to be close to the time for church offering.

The distance between building is not that far only a few dozen meters or so. “here goes nothing I guess..”. 1111MicrosoftInternetExplorer402DocumentNotSpecified7.8 磅Normal0