Since We Last Spoke Book Novels & Stories

"Uhh...we only talked about business, dad. Nothing else." My poor naive dad. He had no idea what happened between us or why we were not on talking terms all these years. "Oh?" "Yes. They wanted to talk about the investment and our upcoming book fair." I replied after a moment, licking my lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that's never quite strong enough for my liking. We did not speak anything for a few minutes, and I soaked up the silence. "That's all?" I stuttered. "Y-Yes."

She often used told me that when she will be at her home, we can't video call at night, but somedays we can just video call and not talk to each other, just so that only we both could see each other and sleep peacefully, which always felt very beautiful to me and I wanted that to happen. She had to wake up early next morning because she had a bus to catch for home and she asked me to wake her up. So at around 5am I called her to wake her up and it was 17th of December. That day always will be a little special for me because that was the day last time I heard I love you from her. Not talking about the texts here but that morning call was the last time she said or should I say I heard "I Love

I want to read! I stood up the sofa and half run to the books. Damn all my fav’s are here! This is heaven! I got a book entitled ‘The stars of us’. Just as I was about to read the first page of the book, my phone vibrated from my pocket. Ohhh, it’s Elocin. I know what she wants, probably can wait to hear what I was gonna say so she would like to talk about it on the phone. Gosh! “Hello” I answered.

I should quickly tell him and cut my call. "Uh..I just wanted to inform you that I will be late today. I will try to return before evening.That is all i have to inform" I said and cut the call. I hope he is not angry. I start reading the book after that. After a few minutes Alex send me a message. He messaged me that he was with an important client. That's why he could not talk much. He told me to enjoy my afternoon. That's a relief. I thought he was mad or something.

Whether there was anything left of the community or whether it had dispersed over the twenty-two years since Mira Voss had been the last person in it with the founding bloodline. I was going to find out. Not today. But I was going to find out. I circled the first item. Then I put the notebook down. My phone lit up. Caelum: Thursday confirmed. Arriving at three. Two days. I thought about the river path and the conversation we would have on it, which would be the continuation of a conversation that had been ongoing for a year in various forms—the coffee shop version, the Dr. Elan office version, the hearing corridor version, and the study version—and which would continue to evolve as we unders

Shared opinions but never pushed. It was nice. Normal. The kind of conversation I hadn't had in weeks. Daemon: I should let you get back to your homework Me: It can wait. This is more interesting. Daemon: Careful. You'll hurt homework's feelings. Me: I think homework can handle it Daemon: When can I see you again? The question made me pause. Me: I don't know. This week is crazy with classes. Daemon: Next week then. Coffee? Or lunch? Me: Lunch sounds good

“Sir, Mr. Damien is here to see you.” Xavier frowned. “Damien?” “Yes, sir.” It had been a long time. The last real conversation they’d had was around the time of Aurora’s accident. After that, distance had crept in quietly. “Let him in.” A moment later, Damien walked in, confident as ever, hands tucked casually into his coat pockets. “Long time no see.” Xavier stood, forcing a small smile. “Yeah. It has been a while. Come and sit. What have you been up to?”

Or guilt. The last time I spoke to Hannah was during college. We had been sitting in the campus café, sharing a table like we used to back in high school, and I had been talking nonstop about Xavier. How charming he was, how handsome, how he had noticed me out of all the people at that event and had come to talk to me. I was glowing, completely lost in the excitement of meeting someone who made me feel special.

Emiliana It was a week before Christmas and only a few days since I had last spoken to Luciano. I could feel the space that had drifted between us in the last couple of days, I wasn’t sure if it was because of the terrible meeting that took place or Giovanni constantly lingering in my thoughts. Whatever it was, I felt myself sinking in the overwhelming sea of emotions.

My foot bounce under the table in excitement. "You're welcome." I'm halfway done. I just have to make sure that my story matches on all ends. I need a backup. After breakfast, I help my mom with the dirty dishes then head up to my room to call Eve. My backup. The last time we spoke to each other was at the restaurant. She hasn't called since then and I hadn't bothered to reach out also. It has to be the longest that we've stayed without speaking to each other. I dial her number and press the call button. After two beat of the ringtone, she answers.