Miss You Novel Novels & Stories

Clever enough to ache. She noticed the mug was turned. The book spine misplaced. The screen on her laptop blinking just once too long. She felt it in her throat. In her spine. The subtle wrongness of something familiar becoming watched. And the message—I sent it from her account. But the words were mine: “Do you miss me too?” Simple. Devastating. A question soaked in truth. Because I miss her every second we’re apart. I miss the way she tugs her sleeves over her hands. The way she tilts her head when reading, like she’s trying to hear the words. The way she whispers to herself when no one’s listening.

“Stop saying that. I’m literally just a girl who got sunburnt and had coconut ice cream.” “Still counts.” We talked for a little while longer about Lily, who was now snoring softly on my rug; about his schedule and mine; about dumb N*****x shows neither of us finished. Eventually, there was a pause. A quiet one. I shifted onto my side, fingers trailing over the rim of my smoothie glass. And then, without thinking too hard, I asked “Is it weird that even though I just saw you few days ago in Newyork , I still… kind of miss you?”

At a gathering with friends, my boyfriend, Donovan McPherson, suggested we play a game of “I Have, Have You?” The winner would get to make one request of him. Everyone there knew I had been trying to get him to make me, Celeste Campbell, Mrs. McPherson for five years, and for as long he had not obliged. Now they all assumed he was giving me a chance. So, tacitly aligned, everyone held back to let me win. But his childhood sweetheart, Lily Kensington, would not relent. “Donovan watched the first snowfall with me. “He gave me a scarf he knitted with his own hands. “The tattoo on his wrist is my initials. “His passenger seat is permanently adjusted to fit my height.” After those four, I had onl

Three rogues cornered me in the woods when I was eight weeks pregnant. My mate, Adrian Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackpine Pack, was watching fireworks with his brother’s widow. I called him with one hand clamped over the claw marks on my arm. “Adrian, please. They’re going to kill me.” “Nora, being pregnant doesn’t mean you can make things up. You’re staying at the penthouse in the heart of the werewolf clan.It’s guarded by pack warriors. How would rogues get in?” A growl came from behind the tree. On his end of the call, Selene laughed beneath the fireworks. “It’s the anniversary of my brother’s death. She needs something to take her mind off it. Just wait until tomorrow. I’ll come home then

I announced, walking up to meet him before he knocked. "Good day, Ms. Eva?" "That's me. Yes." He handed a letter to me, walking off. I unlocked my door, eyeing the letter skeptically. Once I entered inside, I tore off the envelope out of curiosity. Then I flipped the letter open. My breath hitched once I saw the familiar writing style. No. Anybody could write like him. Then I read the words And the name. "Always in my heart, Eva. See you!" Love, Jordan Cashmere. Your Beautiful Mishap.

Welcome Dear Readers , Myself Nella Fernandez. Now, you all might be guessing what I am doing here. Basically by profession I am a doctor and in my free- time I love to read books of any genre. I don't have any specific loving genre. Now, the problem is I am a doctor not officially but unofficially and I want that to be officially for which I need money to complete my degrees in doctorate field. About my family status, seriously I am unknown; cause, I don't know who my parents are , whether they are alive or dead. I don't know anything about them. I grew up and was taken care of by an old lady. She too doesn't know anything about my parents as she found me just at the airport one day. From t

Sometimes, he just wants to hear my voice, and I’ve gotten used to it. Every time we talk, I make sure I sound okay. I hide the cracks, swallow the pain, and pretend like I’m still the same Maya. Truth is, I miss him more than I expected. He came into my life that fateful night like chaos and became the part that keeps me steady. My book is finally out. I held a copy in my hands this night. Ran my fingers over my name. This will be the last one. That thought alone almost broke me.

“Cece, good news! All those videos and comments online are gone!” I smiled faintly. It really was good news. I just wanted to die in peace, without being condemned until my last breath. After hanging up, I noticed several missed calls. They were all from Roman. He probably thought I was causing him trouble. To him, I was just the biggest mistake of his life. But this mistake would soon be gone. Once I was gone, no one would remember me. I did not call him back. I would not even know what to say.

. The man stayed with her, staring at her with a serene face as she told him. —Honestly, I missed this a lot. During my time in boarding school. Erika frowned and told him. “You missed my company, or you missed bothering me. The man responded with a smile. —both. She missed teasing so much. But I also missed your partner. And apparently he wasn't the only one. Or maybe I'm wrong? "You're not wrong, I missed you too. Otherwise, it would not have ended, where it ends. besides, you never wrote to me, nor did you tell me anything. It seems to me, incredible to believe, that you really missed me. Or maybe I'm wrong? "You're not wrong, I missed you too. Otherwise, it would not have ended, where it

"Nolan got into a fight at the bar, and he's in the hospital right now… I have to check on him!" She didn't spare a thought for how I felt. Without hesitation, she threw her suitcase aside and ran off. Just like that, my much-anticipated trip to Sandpiper Shores fell through. Though Edna apologized afterward, it became an unspoken agreement between us never to mention Sandpiper Shores again. Sure enough, blue seas and clear skies were the best medicine for heartbreak. I stayed in Sandpiper Shores for a week. All memories of Edna seemed to wash away with the rise and fall of the tide.