Nothing Without You Book Novels & Stories

She had no plans on using it, but if Nora tried anything funny, she wasn't going to hesitate to blast her till her charred, lifeless body was flung the other side of the room like a piece of meat. “Are you awake?” Nora asked. Trisha instinctively held her breath and closed her eyelids as shut as possible. She felt like a kid hiding from the boogeyman except that the boogeyman man in this case walked to her own on the bed opposing Trisha's and sat. “Are you going to pretend you're asleep or do you plan on answering on my third call?” Trisha's heart began beating fast as she opened her eyes. “I'm awake but chose not to answer you,” she snapped as she sat up on her bed. “So what?” There was an

He was bolting out of here the moment his problem was resolved. The man said” Actually, it will bound you to me, so no need to worry about useless things…such as not being able to find me” Allen did not take that much seriously. He was going to fulfill what he promised either way. He said,” Fine. Consider it done.” The man put his hand forward toward Allen for a handshake. Allen reciprocated, understanding that this was probably not a simple handshake. Both of their intentions matched and from then on some kind of book opened they could both see, which had their names written with each other. This book, they both could understand, was set in stone. There was no way to change the names from t

Gareth's POV I was in my office looking for 'Men without women' by Haruki Murakami, the book which mother recommend to me a long time ago. I know very well that she was not trying to mock me about my broken marriage by recommending this book. In fact, she wants me to get married again, but for me, it’s not as easy as it may appear.

"Stop thinking about him. He doesn't deserve you. I am the one for you." AUTHOR'S NOTE: NEW BOOK ALERT!!! DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK, "ALPHA OF THE NORTH: HIS WEAKNESS, HER CURSE. It is a dark romance book. Intriguing and suspense-filled.

Right before I turned off my phone, I'd received one last message from the wedding planner. [Mr. Duggan, all the paperwork has been taken care of.] I replied: [Thank you.] Then I powered it down. Outside, the sea of clouds stretched on like an endless, silent snowfall. I closed my eyes. For the first time, I realized how light it felt—not having to be the steady one. Not having to be praised for being obedient.

"Back then, after you ran off on your wedding day, Audrey married Jeremiah on the spot. How is it that everyone in Beverton City knows this except you?" Ethan froze. After he and Hazel eloped, they cut off all contact from Beverton City, fearing the family would come after them. They'd been drifting through foreign countries ever since, wasting their days away. It wasn't until recently that all of his cards were frozen. With not a penny left, they spent a whole month washing dishes at a diner just to scrape together enough for two plane tickets home. They rushed straight to the Moore residence after landing, so they didn't have time to ask around about anything else.

Without that, everything felt incomplete, like reaching for something just out of grasp. I picked up my phone and tried again, pressing it tightly to my ear as I dialed Nic’s number. The familiar ring echoed through the silence, only to end the same way—unanswered. My heart sank with each failed call. I whispered to myself to stay calm, but tears stung my eyes. I missed him fiercely—his touch, his embrace, the way he made me feel untouchable. Without him, the bed was too big, too cold, and each passing moment made the ache sharper. I held the phone to my chest, closing my eyes, wishing it were him instead.

Just me, naked, sheets damp beneath me, thighs sticky, pussy still tender and swollen, a faint ache in my ass, the unmistakable feeling of being thoroughly, deeply used. I sat up slowly. Looked around. The book was gone from my desk. No trace of him. I touched between my legs — fingers came away slick with what was definitely not just my own wetness. Thick. Warm. Still leaking slowly out of me. I stared at my fingers. Then at the empty room. He was gone. No goodbye. No promise to return. Just… gone. A hollow ache settled in my chest, deeper than the physical soreness between my legs.

Things that have nothing to do with my family or my drama. When I leave, I feel steadier. Still scared. Still shaking a little. But steadier. That night, I do something I've never done. I go shopping. Not for necessities. Not for anyone else. Just for me. I walk into a bookstore and buy four novels I've been wanting to read. Not practical reference books. Not self-help. Just fiction. Just stories. Just because I want them. At the checkout, the total is $67. In my first timeline, I would have put some back. Would have calculated whether I could afford it. Would have felt guilty for spending money on "frivolous" things when family might need it.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1