It Has Always Been You Book Novels & Stories

"Depends. Does it say 'To the Boy I Was and the Woman I Love'?" Her fingers ran over the embossed letters again. "Yes." "Then yes," he answered softly, leaning back in his chair. The book had arrived that morning in a plain cardboard box. She had thought it was something Luke had obtained for himself initially. Then she read the title, her name in the dedication, and it hit her like a rising tide of warmth. "You wrote a book," she said slowly, tracing her fingers across the pages. "You wrote a book of letters." "Letters to two people," Luke answered. "The boy I once was, and the woman who for whatever reason stayed."

The teasing. The fights. The messy library escapades and the exhausted diaper changes. I would walk through every single hard day, every single heartbreak, just to end up here Beside her. Always beside her. Because the truth is simple: There’s never been anyone else. There never will be. It was always Emma Scott. Always.

I pray you get to see the beauty in the small things someday, the way I see it in you. I’ll always be here for you. Always yours, Crystal. Ethan couldn't breathe. He read the note again. And again. And again. Always yours. She had signed it always yours. He sat on the floor of the library, surrounded by dust and forgotten books, and let himself break. He thought about the girl who had been stolen from her parents. The girl who had been shuffled through foster homes. The girl who had given up her dreams to care for dying strangers. The girl who had loved a man who never looked at her.

And somehow, impossibly, it will be enough. Because it always was. Somehow. Despite everything. It always was enough. ----

Burning forever. Together. Always.

It felt wrong, but I was curious about his point of view. “Baby girl, if your journal is a novel, what would the title be?” His question made me think about it. If it was a novel, what should I call it? My Angel and My Devil? No.. It didn't sound right. Suddenly a title clicked in my mind. I turned to him and said, “My Always, My Forever.” He nodded as if he understood the reason behind my choice of title. “Since I’m married to you, I’m your forever, and Rai is your always?” he voiced his thought.

NEVER… NEVER… NEVER… Samara kept screaming in her head as she returned home after meeting with the Colonel. She had heard many awful things about the Colonel, but after today she was sure they forgot to mention that he was also a Mad Man. If not, then how on earth did he think of making such a proposal? Or the worst that he expected that she would accept? “Why are you talking to yourself?”

When he was about to turn around and go to bed, Tristan raised his eyes and suddenly noticed a striking book by the bed - Abnormal Psychology. Hesitating whether he should pick it up or not, Tristan stretched out his hand. The profile said, "It's not terrible to be sick.". The terrible thing was that she didn't know she was sick, especially mental disease. Do you often repeat the same behavior unconsciously? Do you feel depressed and at a loss every day? Do you always think that there is something wrong with your body? Is she terminally ill? Don't you feel full no matter how much you eat? Or do you want everyone in the world to be fatter than you? Have you noticed that he always tells sincer

He’s always rude and mean towards me, who acted that way towards someone they liked? Reid doesn’t say anything after I leave, but I hear him as he walks past me then out of the building. Oh, well, that settles it. I’ll continue this book without Noah or Reid’s help. It’s always just been me against the world, so why should that change now? I know that I am being absolutely pathetic right now and wallowing in my misery; the type of female lead I always dread to write about. So what should I do in this case? How do I get past this miserable feeling threatening to drag me down into the abyss?

How we'll build our home with God being our strong pillar and firm assurance. I want to tell you every little detail about myself including how I grew up. Dear future husband, I don't think we've ever met before but if we have, it's all good. I'll share with you my all. I want to tell you details of the guys I've ever loved and the ones that loved me, including my childhood crushes. I don't find it embarrassing to do this, because one day I'll love you to have this book. I was barely 9 years old when a boy first admired me, I think....*