Miss You Novel Novels & Stories

The book is available in Goodnovel Website. Please do check it out. https://m.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000002795/null/Addicted-to-you Book Order 1. Until I Met You 2. Broken without You 3. Addicted to You (Can be read as a stand-alone book too) Happy Reading!

Alexander’s Point of View – The whiskey was gone. My glass lay empty on the desk, catching the low glow of the lamp like a hollow reminder of how empty everything felt without her. Missy. Always Missy. Her name beat like a pulse in my skull. I could taste her in my thoughts, hear her in the silence. She was everywhere yet never mine. Not truly. Not yet. I leaned over the desk, palms pressing into the scattered papers I had filled with her life. Not just her name her habits. Her routines. Her secret escapes.

Every word. “But I missed you,” she continued, her voice a soft, desperate sound. “God, Jude, I missed you so much. Even when I hated you, I missed you. I missed your smile, and your laugh, and the way you would look at me, like I was the only person in the world. I missed everything.”

I exited his office and returned to mine, feeling defeated. The Newman case files were on my desk, and it was like they were taunting me. In every way, Callie was somehow still there. I hadn't called her in a good month now, but she was still suffocating the little bit of life I had left. Violently I brushed the files off of the desk, watching the papers fly through the air until they landed on the floor. As much as I wanted to forget, the thoughts were almost too captivating. Every time I closed my eyes, as much as I didn't want to, my mind would escape to Callie. ∞∞∞

I woke up and already started missing you." The day passed unnoticed. It was a full moon today and I was itching to reincarnate. I constantly reached out for a new necklace, convincing myself that it was in place. Toward evening, the phone rang in the bar. "The Killed Sheep Bookstore and Bar, Sam is listening." "I woke up and already started missing you." Earthquakes and tsunamis clashed inside me. “They told me they gave you a new necklace. Are you wearing it?"

I tried dismissing her and she attempted to kiss me which I evaded. The rest of the interaction with River was just straight up awkward for me, I had to quickly end it by telling her I was busy. Before she turned to leave I saw a look of disdain for me cross her eyes, almost the type I had for women that threw themselves at me because of money and power. I started to ask her what the look was about but she walked out of my office in a haste almost like she couldn't stand to be in my presence. As the door banged shut, I knew also my chances with her were forever closed. I should feel happy about it shouldn't I? She was clearly finally over me but instead I felt a sense of loss, something told

To lost loves, estranged mothers, unborn children. I bought it without thinking. That night, I opened the book while Nathan was at the restaurant for a wine tasting. I read for hours. Every page cracked something open inside me. When he returned, I was still curled on the couch, eyes red, the book open in my lap. "Isla?" I looked up at him and said the one thing that had been itching at the back of my throat for weeks. “I miss us.” Nathan’s face softened. He walked over, kneeling in front of me. “I do too.”

I miss you. ***

“Where are your friends? You didn’t bring them back?” “No,” Missy replied looking Matt up and down. She suddenly realized why she was so anxious to ask him about Alicia and she caught her breath as the realization set in. Like her Mother, Missy was jealous. She wasn’t sure why it bothered her so much all day but as she stood in front of the tall, gorgeous man, she realized that she was jealous at the idea of him noticing another girl her age when he had never paid her that kind of attention.

After so many hours, Missy was finally able to relax. All night, she'd been tense around Logan, wondering when exactly he'd make good on his promise to read one of his erotic books aloud to her—something that, frankly, Missy still hadn't decided whether she'd consider terribly embarrassing or terribly embarrassing. exciting. Those readings were her little "guilty pleasure" and, as much as she really enjoyed them, there were always so many mean and demeaning comments directed at them that she just couldn't muster up enough courage to talk about them with the same familiarity that she did with them. science fiction or fantasy genres, for example. So, as much as she truly found the novel as wor