Like Us Series Novels & Stories

"I didn't quite think about it when I called y'all. Uh...we could watch movies?" I scoffed. "You called us all here to watch a darned movie?" "We could watch Deadpool, or xXx: Return of Xander Cage or Fast and Furious..." I gave him a blank stare. No way did I come all the way here to watch stupid action movies. "Sam, we didn't come here to watch that. We're not going to watch that." Claire said, voicing my thoughts. Sam got up from the loveseat he was sitting on, with Josh and made his way towards the big flat screen in the room. He rummaged through a DVD box for the movie, ignoring Claire.

And right beneath it, framed by the light of the trophy case, stood "The Unit." Noah was leaning against a locker, his posture projected a casual ease that I knew was a lie. His arm was draped casually, almost performatively around Madison’s shoulders. She was a vision of suburban perfection in her tiny pleated skirt, her smile bright and sharp enough to cut glass. She was mid-conversation with a man in a gray tracksuit who held a clipboard like it was a holy relic..a scout from West State.

“This world is nothing but liars.” Dante slid his arm around her waist, his lips brushing her hair. “Then let’s be the best liars of them all.” Their eyes lingered on their daughter, the wolf and his queen watching their heir sleep, their reign carved in blood, their future balanced on lies. For now, it was enough.

They disappear, and then reappear before his message finally comes through. Michael: Sorry, I have to work late. This isn’t uncommon so I try not to freak out or make assumptions. Me: I can bring dinner to you. Michael: Don’t worry about it. The group is going to order take out. Me: Oh okay, I love you. My last message shows read but he doesn’t respond. I can’t help but feel defeated after our exchange. My mind starts to spin all these different scenarios, each one worse than the other. I message B and update her on my brief conversation, if we can even call it that, with Michael.

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.

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

He uses Old Spice. We sit on his bed. I pull out the box of Oreos I brought. And we eat them together. "Why do you like this show, Ash?" Zander asks. "It has swords and battles in it. What's not to love, " I say? "I guess. Leslie would never watch a show like this with me," Zander says. He looks at me and knows this comment bothers me. But, we both know there was a spark between us at the birthday party. "Zander, I can't do this anymore," I say, pausing the movie.

Everyone nodded in agreement. "By the way you should respect us... Indirectly we are your fathers..." Nicolai joked and the protectors sneered in disgust. "No thank you... We are happy like this..." Leo rolled his eyes. "Fucking leopard..." Nicolai mumbled. "Am I dreaming or you six are really sitting together..." Serenity looked at them surprised. Their eyes snapped towards her and they tried their best to look normal like they weren't discussing something serious. "Nothing we were just trying to get along you know... We don't have any choice anyway..."

Isabelle sat in the plush leather chair in Damian’s office, a silent observer in a world she wasn't built for. The city skyline, once a stunning backdrop, now felt like a cage. She watched the news anchors on a muted television screen in the corner, their expressions solemn, their voices a muffled buzz as they discussed the Villareal scandal. The headlines were a relentless assault: Villareal's New Flame? Society's New Sweetheart or a Gold Digger? , The Woman Who Replaced Cassandra. Every word was a knife twist, every speculative comment a blow.

"Mia, do you have to talk like that? I've explained it to you so many times. I only think of Hazel as a little sister. There's nothing going on between us." I didn't say anything. I just pulled out my phone and showed him Hazel's post. In the photos, inside the exact private room we had booked, Grayson's family and Hazel's family were sitting together, perfectly harmonious. In one picture, Grayson was lowering his head to peel shrimp for her. In another, Hazel was reaching down to touch his face. The two of them were so close they looked like they were about to press together. The caption read: [Meeting the parents! The guy who's sponsored me all these years is about to become my husband.]