Me Before You Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Gordon has fallen in love with Sharon since the first day he met her, even before knowing she is his chosen mate. But a lycan and a human mating has never been heard of and is forbidden, because human are fragile species and he could kill her in mating process but not being with her and loving her is already killing him. ****** Maxwell stay back and look at his son’s dishevel hair and resentful look, he questioned him. “Is she your mate?” “I don’t know” he sigh “I just have the fearful feeling whenever I see her, as if I might lose her.” He slowly places his hand on his shoulder, “Son, don’t take me wrong, but if she is not your mate you have to let her be. Sometime we feel attracted to things that are not meant to be.” He look at his father with painful eyes “What will happen to her when you find your mate, you know we have no control over us at that time. She is so young; you might end up breaking her.” “I have no control over my emotion when it concerns her, dad. I know you are right and I will distant myself from her once she is ok.”

“Even if she gets pregnant, I don’t want the child!” That was the sentence that shattered everything I believed about love, marriage, and loyalty. To him, I was a mistake he could erase. A wife he regretted. A life he wished he never chose. So I left. Silently. Completely. Without looking back. But what he didn’t know was that I was already carrying a part of him he had rejected before it even existed. Now he wants answers. Now he wants me back. But some doors, once closed, don’t open again… especially when a child stands between love and regret.

She fell inlove for the very first time and she thought she could peacefully live with her new personality and name. She thought that she could keep her secret for the rest of her life. But in an instant, all that she had worked hard for was completely GONE. *** Beforeicalledhername 2021AllRightsReserved_Catlyn/Latte

Just three days after we got engaged, I stumbled across a private story posted by the girl he had grown up with. 'Too bad the boy who confessed to me ninety-nine times is marrying someone else in ten days.' In the photo, he trailed behind her through a crowded mall, his arms loaded with shopping bags, looking as if he had rehearsed the scene a hundred times. Curious, I scrolled down to read the comments. 'No way. The childhood-best-friend and first-love storyline still lost? Girl, that hurts.' 'Lost? He's getting married and still spending the whole day shopping with her. She didn't lose anything.' 'I feel bad for the bride. I'm seriously waiting for confession number one hundred to happen at the wedding, followed by a runaway groom scene.' Watching strangers bicker in the comments, I quietly pressed the like button, blending into their chaos. None of them knew that in just ten days, I would be the one stepping away from the altar. The fake-death package I'd ordered was already in motion. While my fiance and his childhood sweetheart mourned the love they claimed was out of reach, I quietly counted down the days until I could disappear for good.

While setting up the wedding bed, I discovered an unidentified liquid on the sheets. In my new marital home, someone else had already stayed here! My mind went completely blank, and I video-called my fiance. Surprisingly, the call was answered instantly. "The new bed is really soft. I tried it out for you," said Jeremy's assistant, Rachel. She smiled, flirtatious and smug. Perfect. I don't want this man anymore.

One night of passion. One ring. Two brothers It was meant to be one last night of freedom before a lifetime commitment to a man she knew nothing about. One night to forget all her sorrows and have fun. But a night of fun turned into a mistake she could never undo. It turned into a night of sin. Because the man who set her body on fire last night was her soon to be brother-in-law. And he’s not done with her. Now, she wore his brother’s ring, but he wore her secret like a crown. If she won’t come to him willingly, he’d gladly make her remember who made her scream.

On the anniversary of my mother’s death, my girlfriend told me she had to work overtime. However, her first love later posted something on social media: [Thanks to Camelia for coming to celebrate my birthday with me!] My chest tightened and my hands shook as I called her to demand an explanation. She replied calmly, “It’s Grayson’s 25th birthday today. It’s important. I didn’t want to miss it.” That was it. I let out a bitter laugh and looked down at the cancer diagnosis report in my hand. It was alright. I would be dead soon anyway.

Axel, handsome, smart, with a secret that hasn't been revealed yet, a secret that could clear up that mess of conflicting feelings that he was just having, that made him feel bad of what he felt for HER. Was it possible to have such strong feelings for someone who was connected to you by blood? But was she? She was the only person who helped him, who got him out of his crisis, who calmed his head when he started thinking too much. Emma was his sleeping pill, and the heartbeat that made his heart live. Ali never let her feelings control her, she didn't want to get hurt, and she never would let anyone get inside that part of her and hurt her. But there was him, Miles, there had always been only him, and he had tried so hard that by now she had become accustomed to his presence, to have him in her bed, but what would have happened if Miles had found something better? Someone who could give him what Ali never did in all those years? Would Alison have understood how important he really was to him or let him fly away from her? Liam had eyes always and only for one person, but that person never looked at him, her attention was focused on someone else, and Liam had done nothing but remain silent, let that love consume him silently until he met her, Ellen. She was everything a man could want in a woman, she consumed him, turned him around in her hands. But what would have happened if that love, that little flash of light had returned when he least expected it? If he had awakened in him that something he thought was lost forever? Who would have chosen Liam?

In a twisted tale of deceit and sacrifice, Lydia Milan who hid her identity and family endures a loveless marriage to handsome wealthy Nathaniel King, who views her only as a blood source for his ailing ex. Struggling against mistreatment, Lydia Milan finally demands a divorce and leaves the marriage and that was when Nathaniel King discovered that she was the only daughter of the richest man in the country who he has been trying to have an audience with since. "Please Lydia, give me a second chance. I swear, let me love you again." "Too late Nathaniel, I have someone else now." A suspenseful journey unfolds, revealing the compliexities of love, betrayal, and redemption in this gripping novel where hidden identities and vengeful schemes entwine in a web of secrets.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?