Read Between The Lines Novels & Stories

the accompanying note read. In the painting , I was lying down with my eyes closed . I could not remember the moment he took the picture but it was me. He lined my lips perfectly that I could not even doubt. I missed him. I called when I saw the painting. The call was filled with little talks and awkward silence so I was in a hurry to end it.

The code was clear: H-U-L-L--S-P-L-I-T-T-I-N-G. C-O-L-E--D-O-W-N. L-E-O--N-O-T--B-R-E-A-T-H-I-N-G. T-H-E--I-R-O-N--K-I-N-G--I-S--A-T--T-H-E--D-O-O-R.

You will understand it after. A line break. Then: Trust that. We did. Eventually. She held the page for a long time. The record was complete on a Thursday. She read it through once, in order, the whole thing. She went back and read two sections — Hayden's page and the opening she had written — and understood that they were in conversation with each other across the whole length of the document, and that this was correct. The beginning said: you are in it, you cannot see the shape yet. Hayden's page said: after it, you will understand. Everything in between was what happened in the middle.

He looked down at the dark patch of moisture on my lace pant and let out a soft, mocking huff of air. ​"Open your legs, Jade," he commanded, but he still didn't touch me. ​I did it. I eased my thighs apart, the cool air hitting my heated skin making me shiver with desire. ​He stepped closer, but instead of reaching for me, he opened the book to the page I’d bookmarked. He held it out to me. "Read it." ​"What?" I whispered, my voice trembling. ​"Read the highlighted section out loud," he said, his eyes boring into mine. "The part where she performs for him. Read it, or the investment consideration is over and the funding is gone."

He always did. I owed him more than that. By the time I snapped back to the present, Damian was staring at me with that sharp, unreadable gaze of his. My explanation had paused mid-sentence without me realizing. Heat crawled up my neck, but I forced myself to continue, pointing to the next line on the page. “Try this one,” I said quickly, sliding the paper toward him. He bent his head, muttering under his breath as he scrawled out an answer. His concentration saved me from having to explain the crack in my voice.

"Annie! Annie Carter! Wake up! You, the boy next to her—give her a nudge." Someone gently nudged my elbow, pulling me out of the endless darkness. The blurry scene in front of me slowly cleared. I turned my head and saw Wade's face, and my heart skipped a beat. "For question sixteen, the answer's C," Wade whispered, covering his mouth. I ignored the answer and just stared straight at Wade, reaching out to touch his face. It was warm.

Emma stared at her laptop screen, cursor blinking at the top of a blank document titled "Heat Between the Lines - COMPLETE REWRITE." Three days had passed since Jake's devastating critique and his ultimatum about rewriting her entire romantic arc with authentic emotion. Three days of false starts, deleted paragraphs, and the growing certainty that she had no idea how to write the kind of vulnerable, honest romance Jake was demanding.

It's surprising, isn't there still a change after two years? "Well, I saw earlier that there was a line on it. I think that's a sign that you're about to find out what and what that "thing" is for." I didn't speak anymore. It's been two years since I got hold of that "thing". But for two years, there was no change. If it's really has a line now, then it means, I'm about to find out the truth. "What time is it?" I change the topic while looking at the monitor on my laptop. "Its late at night. I think I need to go to the Golden Residence."

The author respects anyone, and if you are under the age of 18 and still proceeds on reading the story the author has no means of any, not one of taking responsibility if you are to encounter content with high risk. Thus, read at your own risk. In Between, a new novel of fataldestiny will now start.

Austin went inside his room his stomach grumbled. "If only Ariana was her, she'd make a delicious meal" He thought. "Yea, she'd make us good food" Donald replied, reading Austin's mind. He was surprised that Donald could read his mind. It was only a few times Donald could read Brooklyn's or Austin's mind. "How did you do that?" Austin asked with astonishment. "I don't know, just heard your thoughts" Donald replied cluelessly. "Did you get her friend?" Austin asked, opening some files.