It's One Of Us Novels & Stories

Or at least that's what Roman thinks it is. ‘Michelle You know what you did. Your dues will be paid. I’m here to collect. Yours forever ‘til death,’

Casey ended up being the hyper one among the both of us. After the incident at the mall with nude girl 101, the party seemed to be all that she could talk about, Strange how her eyes took on a mischievous glint whenever she talked about it, but I had to play the part and agree with her, wouldn't want my best chance of survival slipping away.

It's finally here! Finding Us, formerly known as ‘Crazy About Boys | Finding The One’ when it was originally written on Wattpad, is a New Adult Fiction novel, which is a subgenre of Romance. Since there isn't a New Adult Fiction tag, I'm forced to use the Romance tag. However, there isn't much of a difference, except the aforementioned explains the book better.

Opening the first page- my eyes zoom in on the first title, typed out in big, bold capital letters: AN ODD PAIR I, myself have no idea how to describe our love Other than some unexpected twist of fate. All I do know is when I did need love While searching for it, you were never late. You, yourself prefer the sunny breeze, I'm more into the scenes of the night. You handle any problem, casually with ease Whilst I take on the challenge and fight. I, myself see beauty in all I find Whereas, you're more on the cynical side, And always ensure in your plans I'm never left behind.

The documents were printed screenshots of Rachel's WhatsApp group chat with her roommates. Rachel: "Joel's wife and Michael's wife called them asking for help. I told them women get jealous and love to test people for no reason, and that models should stay put. "They believed me without question and didn't even bother to dig deeper. Two pregnant women—one of them even rolled down a hill during a thunderstorm. This is going to be so entertaining! Sabrina Johnson: "Rachel, this could cost lives. Don't you think you're taking it too far?"

It's about who cares about us , who makes us happy , who destiny chose for us. Because maybe The one is actually not the one for us, maybe someone else is waiting.....

You owe me one thing. **

But it’s real. And it’s ours.

Our only hope at seeing the next sunrise. "9-1-1. How may I help you?"

More attempts to define us. We would answer each one the same way. Not loudly. Not weakly. Exactly.