It Has Always Been You Book Novels & Stories

It looks like Naazwa wrote it with her own hands. "You can check this book whenever you feel down because I write down whatever it is that will help myself when I feel like I can't move again. There are moment when you feel like you have no one in the world. You will feel like you're the only struggling in the world all by yourself. Though there are so many people around you, with you, you still have that lonely feeling when you lie down on the bed. Silently, you'll start wishing for a shoulder to cry and that is not because you are sad or depressed, you just feel like you can't hold onto the world. Sometimes you will feel like the world is against for even with your friends and family you'd

Mom said as she drew Ola into a gentle hug. I walked over to the corner of the room where a little shelf was placed, I pulled out the big, black familiar book. It was my dad's most cherished belonging, his Bible. I opened to his favourite verse, walked over to my mom and handed it to her. 2 Corinthians 5:6-8: "So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord."

He snatched it from the shelf it was sitting on and brought it to her. She stared at him, panting from her mini exercise. She stared at the chips he stretched out to her and gently trailed his appearance. She weary. He stared at her, recognising her scent. He has smelt it before, she looked familiar. Extremely familiar. He barely had time to think when she snatched it from him, muttered a 'thank you' and walked away.

"I know. I know I'm not. I've always known. I've never doubted it. I've never questioned it. I've never wondered. I've never been confused. I've never been uncertain. I've never been lost." "You're mine. You've always been mine. You'll always be mine. No one else can have you. No one else can touch you. No one else can want you. No one else can have your heart. No one else can have your soul. No one else can have your love. No one else can have your future. No one else can have your body. No one else can have your mind." "I know. I've always known. I've always felt it. I've always belonged to you. I've always been yours. I've always loved you. I've always needed you. I've always wanted you.

Will the numbers so clear in her memory make her win? Brian Matthew, I'll show you the cost of lying to me. For the first and last time, he completely lost the opportunity to approach Adela with the sincerity he expressed. In the previous life, "Adela William" would not have been involved in running the William family's company at this time. Brian Matthew in his previous life was going to compete in this project with Daniel and he won. He won because he intentionally let Daniel know the bid price he prepared. This makes Daniel confident that he will get the project for a few figures more than Brian. Unexpectedly, in this life, Brian Matthew still used that way to take advantage of Adela. Unf

said one MC. After that, Zara throws her flowers with her back to the guests. And... The flower was caught by Alex. Yes, Alex. "Damn, sweet ass." said Alina. Alina didn't like Alex's expression when he got the flower. His expression was like, disgusting to Alina. "If you feel jealous, it's better to keep silent." replied Alex. Now it's Alina's turn to be silent. "Finally, after 4 years of waiting, I also got this flower. I hope my soul mate is getting closer." muttered Alex to himself. ***

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

And on the floor of our children's room, in the ordinary and extraordinary texture of a Tuesday afternoon, two people who had found each other through everything said the truest things available to them in the voices that existed only for each other. I love you. Always remember that. Always. The word settling into the room. Into the life. Into the permanent, structural, foundational place where the things that are always true live. Always.

"You always say that." "Because it's always true."

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.