No One Like You Book Novels & Stories

Then Nick pulls away, and I let out a few moans of frustration. "No..." I moaned, almost coming again. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform.

I try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

A girl named Lena plopped down beside him with a grin and a dog-eared copy of the book. "I didn't finish the reading," she whispered conspiratorially. Noah offered the barest curve of a mouth. "Me neither." They were paired off. Across the room, Elián was with a student from the engineering track — tall, bored, not nearly interesting enough to hold his attention. Adrian had no partner. No one approached him. He didn't seem to mind. Their voices didn't carry. But their presence did. Even from a distance, they felt aware — not of the room, but of each other. Every small motion echoed in the other's stillness.

the woman agreed with Lyra and the man looked at me. “Please, back me up here,” he said and I shrugged. “I actually agree with the ladies. There is nothing like enough books. Get her more books, king.” “She prefers this book men to me. Why should I help her do such a thing to me?” “You should still get her the book. She knows that the men in these books are fictional and will actually make no sense in real life.” Lyra scoffed and picked up the book the woman had pointed to. “This book here has my all time favorite male character in it, Thor Nelson. After reading this book, I prayed for a partner like me for weeks. I still do.”

"You're so beautiful; he'll definitely like you and make you his missus. The Calloways are the most powerful family in all of Northbank—far stronger than my family. You'll surely have your happily ever after, Amelia. I'll be quick. Just wait for me, okay?" Their conversation stumped me for a moment. 'Are they saying what I think they're saying? Lane's fine with Stellan reuniting with his ex, and he's helping her find her next husband? And most importantly, the Beckett Calloway in their conversation… My husband, Beckett Calloway?' I gazed grimly at Amelia. 'This woman brings me nothing but trouble.' "What can I say—I'm irresistible," Amelia said smugly. Then, she turned and saw me holding a c

White scraps of paper fluttered down from the air as though they were mocking my loneliness and disgrace. It felt as though an invisible hand had wrapped tightly around my heart, squeezing it until I could no longer breathe. I broke down, feeling like countless sharp knives were slashing into my body, carving invisible wounds that bled without leaving a trace. When I finally came back to my senses, I looked at my numb expression reflected in the mirror and let out a bitter laugh. It did not matter anymore. After all, I was just someone not meant to be loved. After I finished packing, I pushed the door open. Camelia stood there, panting with one hand braced against the doorframe. Our eyes met

The trying that might fail, but is still trying. I burned the notebook. The archive. The documentation of your becoming that was also mine. Not because I don't love you. Because I do. The not-romantic, messed-up, still-trying kind. The kind that destroys and apologizes and destroys again, but is learning—slowly, failing, learning—to want your freedom without dying from it.

I gathered my things and prepared to return to the Borderlands that night. A few days later, however, just as I was preparing to leave, Liam and Damien intercepted me. Liam grabbed me by the neck, slamming me against a rough stone wall. "You did this, didn't you!" he roared like a madman. I was completely bewildered. For a moment, I wondered if he was the one with "Moon Sickness." "Selene went to a black market auction to buy a legendary book of healing magic, trying to prove she was a better healer than you so she could take over the Borderlands!"

"Don't do this, Caspian. I just think that if you like her, I can step aside. I'll do anything as long as you're happy." "No, I'm not! I'm not happy at all!" he cried out, burying his face in the crook of my neck and wailing like a helpless child. "I want you to love me… Hit me, hate me, yell at me—do anything to me, but don't treat me like you're a robot…" I let Caspian cry against me until my sleepwear was soaked through. I quietly counted down the days. There was just a little over a month left…

My instinct made me head in that direction, my chest literally aching every minute longer I spent out here without finding him. “Good evening,” I murmured as I got closer. “We’ve closed.” "I know. By any chance, did a young American man stop by here to look at your books? He's of average height, well built…" my voice trailed off, and I stuck my tongue in my chin to stop myself from saying more. I was fucking about to say small waist. How on earth had I noticed that? “He peers like he can’t see in the dark?” "Yes!" I almost yelled. "Yes. That should be him."