Me Before You Book Novels & Stories

I saw a note on my bed board. "Meet me at 'Serendipity' at 11" The doubtfulness faded from my face and an ardent expression made its way to my face. "Maybe there's still a chance that there's something between us." I smiled to myself and looked at the clock beside my bed, "It's only 9 right now." I sighed and lied on my bed, there's still a lot of hours left. I wonder how things are back home, it's been a while since we last visited. Not like we want to anyways. I want Hikari to meet Elvenia, Adelina, Aine, Fayette and all the other....

he spoke as I was closing the door behind me. "With who?" I opened it back up slightly. "I don't remember booking anyone in." "Mr Russo," he replied, causing me to raise an eyebrow curiously. I had heard a lot about the powerful businessman, but had no idea what the nature of his visit may be. "I scheduled it myself." "Is there anything I should do to prepare? Or anything I should know in advance?" "No," came his simple response. "You'll just be there to take notes anyway."

Stuffed between dirty pieces of paper, she seemed hesitant to pick up that trash looking journal. As soon her hands gripped the memoir, her phone started to ring in her pocket. Simultaneously it scared the shit out of her as she was deeply immense in that rag thing. She took it out and placed that journal on the table. Pressing the button of Receiving call, she spoke, "hello!" "Miss Ruby speaking?" The voice from other side seem to be urgent. "Yeah it's me" she replied. "We have found the donor for your mother, and we immediately need to carry out the operation. Please come over as soon as possible to sign consent documents" the voice carried on in one go.

Buck glanced at Maia after he finished and added playfully, “Do you want Mr. Cedric to be there? If you do, he’s just one phone call away. No wait, just a text is enough! I’m sure he’ll appear if you text him!” Maia noticed that the lights were green, so she said, “You should go back to driving and shut up.” Buck remained silent throughout the drive to the venue. They were already broadcasting the show live when Maia got there. She hurried to her seat and noticed that there was an empty seat beside her. He was not there.

He asked without hesitation. “Shut the fuck up, dude. You're making me even more dizz—” Ting... Ting... A notification came in. His hand lazily reached into his suit pocket and took out his phone. A message from Luna. Click. He opened it and read it slowly. “Mr. Nick, good morning. Could I ask you a favor? Can I have this month's $250,000 in advance? I'm a bit short on cash, I would appreciate it. Thank you so much!”

“Just… something doesn’t add up.” Meera sighs again, rubbing her temples as if warding off a headache. “I think all you need to focus on right now is the audition, and then the red carpet and all the events lined up for Choose Me, Choose You.” After a pause, she adds, “You’re meeting Anya tomorrow, 10 am. Maybe you can ask her yourself. Now, let’s go grab some burgers. I think I want to forget about calories tonight.”

Meanwhile, at the wedding venue, guests had begun to take their seats. A union between two of Harbouria's most powerful families drew a huge crowd. Behind the scenes, however, chaos ruled. Ethan's father stood with a stormy expression. "Ethan, have you reached Stella yet? The wedding starts in fifteen minutes! We Shaws will become the biggest joke in Harbouria if she doesn't show up!" Ethan's expression looked just as grim. He called Stella again, but all he heard was the cold mechanical voice that went, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable."

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” Kate shot me a wide-eyed look, eyebrows raised, but managed to hold back the comments that usually get me into trouble. “Steve,” Jacob warned, without adding anything else. “Guilty as charged,” Steve said, raising his hands, amused. “Nice to meet you, Steve. You can call me Cami. This is my friend Kate.” “Nice to meet you, Kate. I hear you’re the one to blame for the concert.” “To blame?” Kate laughed. “What do you mean by that?”

I hurry to open the message. Unknown:Room 636. 9pm. Don't be late. Oh. My. God. Oh my God. This is really happening. He's booked a room. Holy shit. I'm going to meet him tomorrow. I'll be in a room, doing whatever he wants tomorrow.

I just smiled, half listening, my thoughts drifting. He's with Grandma again. She always comes first. That's fine, right? Dinner with Rebecca was lively, mostly because she did ninety percent of the talking. Between mouthfuls, she asked, "Is it true you have to tell the Celeste Lounge your income before booking?" "Yeah. I used Michael's name to book. Saves trouble." Rebecca leaned forward. "Why not use Ryan's? I mean, weren't you two married?" I looked up from my tea. My voice was level. "How do you know that?"