Parallel Lovers Novels & Stories

My Dearest Readers, Where do I even begin? [Pauses to dramatically clutch chest] Firstly, thank you SO much for joining me on this wild, emotional, and (hopefully) addictive journey through the Intertwined series. Whether you've been here since Chapter 1 or just stumbled upon this story today, know that every time you open this book, my heart does a little happy dance. 🥹✨ A confession: Lorenzo is practically my fictional husband (sorry not sorry! 😂❤️), but because I love you all somuch, I'm willing to share him... sometimes.😉

Those moments all felt very far away now and inconsequential. “We are a perfect match although we didn’t start out that way,” he said. “We were perfectly matched,” Sebastian agreed. Edward gave him a kiss and they lay in the gardens watching the clouds move across the sky together. Edward could only see happy memories ahead in their future. The End

I lied, trying to distract them from trying to thread into my relationship, and it seems to work. "Me too." Kelly skips with joy and held me and Janet's shoulder as they both started talking about the excursion, finally, all the other talks were forgotten, my friends are gullible.

real soulmates can get pregnant out of wedlock. So if you are and I think you are cuz your mind changed this moring. what you mean it changed. Well when you became a wolf it changed then also, but when I got up this morning it was and it's nite by the way huh is ok anyways I can hear something and it's not you and it's said that the dad can here the baby because I am linked too you and it is too you as well. Ok so what do you here. it's just imagines really atm. Huh ok yea I we need a doctor I am gunna go call the doc. Wait Tam what you hear. He is already gone she sets her glass down on the counter and goes looking for him. Finding him pacing in the living yes yes I can hear it. Yes I know

he said. She looked at him. “The materials don’t want to be sequential,” he said. “You’re trying to impose a structure that fights the content.” He pointed at two sections. “These want to be simultaneous.” She stared at the sections. At the two arguments she’d been trying to arrange one before the other. They didn’t want to be before and after. They wanted to be beside. “Beside,” she said softly. He looked at her. “Beside,” he confirmed.

For a few minutes he just lingered there by my door, hesitant, even though I’d basically dismissed him. He then dropped the silence and finally spoke. ‘I also wanted to let you know I have another proposal for you. I was thinking that after the feast this evening it would be the perfect opportunity to introduce you to a fellow wolf from the pack Starry Banes? Their pack resides not too far from ours, just at the bottom of the mountains. He’s a charming young gentlemen and his name is Milano. I’m certain you’ll like this one!’ He said, some what excitedly.

Healing our marriage did not only mean fixing what was broken. It also meant building something new-something that had never existed before. Alisha explained it in one of our sessions while tapping her pen against her notebook. "You don't just repair a house after a fire," she said. "You add rooms. You change the layout. Otherwise, you'll always be living inside the memory of what burned.” She called it parallel joy. A shared space where we weren't parents, partners, or patients. A space where nothing needed to be processed, explained, or healed.

Instead, they seemed obsessed with shipping couples. She didn’t get it. Someone had even photoshopped their solo photos together. Lena and Alaric didn’t have any photos together except for old school pictures and corporate group shots. The images circulating online were taken from their recent appearances at separate public events. Netizens compiled comparisons of their school records, awards, career achievements, and even physical appearances, matching them like puzzle pieces. “Doesn’t anyone else think they’re perfect for each other? Just look at their backgrounds—they went to the same schools from elementary to university, their career paths align so well, and even their looks are compati

On the day I turned 22, a mysterious polling page suddenly appeared in our home. [Would you trade the life of Amelia Silverstone for Rosamund Silverstone, who survived in a parallel world?] My parents voted "Yes." They said I had only been born because my sister died in an accident. I owed her this. The poll then appeared on Caelan Jackman's phone. I held my breath as I watched my boyfriend. We had been together for five years. Rosamund had saved his life back then, but if he would just say "no," I felt like I would still have one last reason to hold on. After a long moment of silence, he finally spoke. "This is just a test. She saved my life. I have to help her." He chose "Yes." [All

Inwardly, I said, "My dear sister and husband, I will fulfill your wish in this life. May you both stay together forever… Even in hell." Half an hour later, Reagan posted on her social media account. In the photo, she leaned intimately against Zayne's shoulder. Their heads were touching as they looked at some documents together. The air between them was charged with unspoken affection. Her caption cut like a knife. "How lucky I am to have both my life's work and the man I love by my side." My stomach churned as I stared at that photo. A year ago, Reagan joined Zayne's company after graduating from college. I never imagined the two of them would use work as an excuse to spend every night toge