On The Line Book Novels & Stories

Slowly, I turned around to look at Russell. He was standing near the bathroom door, fidgeting nervously. Beads of sweat were breaking out across his forehead. I tried to swallow, but my throat had completely closed up, trapped around a massive lump. "Billy..." My voice came out cracked, barely a whisper. "You're joking, right?" "I wish I were," Billy replied solemnly. The line went quiet. My fingers lost their grip, and the phone slipped from my hand, tumbling to the floor as my heart plummeted into a dark, suffocating abyss.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What would Kane do when he realized how dangerous this obsession had become?

“How could that be?” When Yvonne saw that things had taken a turn, she immediately jogged over with a fawning expression. “Miss Clark, I was just saying that this had to be a misunderstanding.” Then, she pointed at Lloyd and hissed at him. “You’re such an idiot. Why are you kicking up a fuss over everything you see online?!” She then sucked in a deep breath and put on a polite smile to begin negotiating with Wendy. “I’ll take care of this right now. Why don’t you come and have a seat here?”

As I lifted the heavy book over the desk, the pages fanned open slightly. Something small and white slipped right out from the middle chapters. It fluttered softly through the air, landing flat on the dark wood of the desk right under the warm light of the lamp. I froze completely. It was a small, torn piece of lined paper. It had not been there when I left my room this afternoon. I had not opened this textbook while I was at Liya's house either. It had been sitting right in the open pocket of my bag the whole time I was working on the couch.

Sharp jawline, green eyes that seemed to see too much, and an air of confidence that should have been annoying but somehow wasn't. "Actually, I was just leaving." Emma started gathering her things, but her laptop bag chose that moment to rebel. The zipper stuck, her notebook tumbled to the floor, and her pen rolled under the stranger's feet. He crouched down to retrieve her pen, and Emma caught sight of the title on her fallen notebook's cover: "Heat Between the Lines - Draft 3." Her heart stopped. That was her working title—the one she'd scribbled on the cover without thinking, the one that revealed exactly what kind of book she was struggling to write.

Hyun said. Cela's phone starts to ring even before she could ask what Lora's call is about. Hyun went to the buffet table feeling better. "Are you feeling okay now, Sir Hyun?" someone from the team asked. "Never been better," he answered while looking at Cela who's now talking excitedly on the phone. "What's happening? I think something unusual is going on," another member of the team said. I guess we all know what it is about. Fourth book?

I was so over this crap, I just wanted Charlie back in my arms, it was horrible with her being so far away “You are supposed to be my brother, do you not want to help me?” “It’s not that I don’t want to help, I just think we might be falling into a trap” Kayla comes quickly into the office carrying a large book, she looks flustered as she slams the open book down on the table sending bits of dust everywhere and making me cough. Kayla apologises and asks if we have heard about the one to rule them all. I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?”

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up. And that choice was love.