Since We Last Spoke Book Novels & Stories

He never let his guard down and so did I. “You sure?” I asked needing confirmation, knowing he wouldn’t lie to me. After a while of not seeing the SUV, Sam confirmed, “Yes sir, we finally lost them.” Or so we thought. Right before it ran right into the side of our car. ----- A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading my book! Hope you checked out my other book "Finding True Love" and I hope you enjoyed it as well! I will still be uploading chapters for "Speak To Me" on Tuesdays and Thursdays Hawaii Standard Time. Lately I've been uploading everyday, so forgive me if I miss a day. I want to thank you for all your support and patience. I truly appreciate it. Hope everyone is okay, and saf

The line went dead, and the room felt suddenly too small, too quiet. Maleek stared at me. “What did they say?” I lowered the phone slowly, hands shaking. “They just made it personal,” I said. * * * * * Hello lovelies, Thanks for reading and adding this book to your library. Don't forget to join my Faceb𝕠𝕠k group, Maramartha's Book Babes, to ask questions, interact with fellow readers, and chat with me, Adrian, Sophia, and other characters.

I didn't dolled up that much since we're just gonna talk. I baked cookies and prepared iced coffee for the both of us. It has been two months since we last saw each other. And the last time we saw each other, it didn't gone well, right? The last time we saw each other was also the day we broke up. The day I pushed him away. The day he left. I looked at the wall clock and it's already three in the afternoon. He must be on the way. Will he come with his guards? Will he come by riding a horse? a carriage?

he asked immediately. His voice was calm, but I knew Kai well enough to hear the tension hiding underneath it. I shook my head slowly as I dropped my bag onto the chair near the door. “No.” Kai leaned back slightly, exhaling through his nose. “That’s what I thought.” For a moment neither of us spoke. The silence in the room felt heavy. I walked further inside and sat down across from him. “When did you last talk to him?” I asked. “Yesterday.” “And?” Kai shrugged, though his jaw was tight.

It seemed like it was going to be a long day for them. As for Mr. Richard, it’s been three days since the last time we spoke about our feelings, and since then, we have completely ignored that we ever talked about it. I sent him the newly edited manuscript of my first romance book, and he promised to get back to me as soon as he was done reading through it tonight. That has basically been all we have talked about in the last 72 hours, but I wasn’t complaining. I just want to keep in touch with him, regardless.

Please note that this book is not yet edited, i'm also sorry for any spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes thanks. LUCAS P.O.V "Hello! man, how are you? okay i will be in the house. I hang up the call, it been 3 month since we both talk on phone. Our last talk is when we met at an event. I was sitting in the dinning having my breakfast, when Eva walk out of the kitchen towards me. She sat down beside me,

He put a hand on his chest to signal his appreciation, and then I added inquisitively, "Is it up to two years now since we last met?" "Yeah," he affirmed, raising his voice exuberantly. "It's actually about two years and four months now. I remember we saw you last precisely at Professor Nicholas's book presentation at that Los Angeles conference where I bumped into you with your kids." "Oh my God, you're right." I agreed, nodding. "Such a long time indeed." The last statement he made appeared to trigger his curiosity, so he started to look around. "What is it?” I inquired, watching him.

He replied. "You have anything to share? Anything other than just fine?" He shook his head. I dropped my fork, the sound of the fork hitting the plate was so loud that it was deafening but I appreciated the noise, I craved it even. "This is not fair, Ric." He finally looked at me. "What are you talking about?" "This." I moved my hand between the both of us. "Can you remember the last time we spoke?" "We talked yesterday, Em and we are talking right now."

I text back. What could possibly be wrong? I frown at my phone screen. – so…are we not going to talk about the spider in the room? She replies after a minute. Spider? What spider? Ohh! It hit me then. – I didn't forget what we discussed the last time we spoke. – I didn't forget you Karen. I could never. I reply. – I should be mad at you, you know. – why? I text back. – you have had quite an eventful week. So, I forgive you.

God, I did. I felt it in the small moments, checking my phone too often, re-reading his last message even though I already knew it by heart, lying awake at midnight wondering what exactly I did wrong. The last time we actually spoke, not texted but spoke, was five days ago. It was short and awkward. He sounded distracted, he said he’d call me back. He didn’t. That was Monday. Today is Saturday. Three days ago, I decided to stop texting first. I told myself if he wanted to talk, he’d call.