Romans & histoires Starts With Us Book

Due to our busy schedules, we had limited interaction despite living together. There are many people who are fortunate to have been born into a warm family. As for someone like me, who was born into a dysfunctional family, it forced me to look for a family in another form. Here, my second family is Renesmee and Eloise. *** I arrived on time at Pequira's office on the 30th floor of the WeWork Revenue Tower in Silicon Valley. I stepped nervously into Pequira's office. I hoped my first day would go well.

She looked like a trapped deer, not able to move as the Victoria girl towered over her. My feet were moving before I ordered them to, and I heard my name as I drew close. None of them heard or saw me approach until I was right up on them. "Give it to me. Are you drawing him again? Dream on, Gabe Russo has no interest in the likes of you." What the fuck? Victoria held out her hand for the book while Gianna clutched it closer to her chest.

It's finally here! Finding Us, formerly known as ‘Crazy About Boys | Finding The One’ when it was originally written on Wattpad, is a New Adult Fiction novel, which is a subgenre of Romance. Since there isn't a New Adult Fiction tag, I'm forced to use the Romance tag. However, there isn't much of a difference, except the aforementioned explains the book better.

I would have to wait to dig deeper into those documents when Cam wasn't lurking behind me, possibly catching every flicker of emotion across my face. Turning to face him, I managed a controlled tone. "So... show me where to start." "Well, since you're so damn clueless about this world, I'd start with the basics," he replied as he tossed a book at me. I looked down at the book and almost laughed. It was titled "Werewolf 101." "So, Werewolves for Dummies... got it," I said with a chuckle.

ANNA POV. Days later. The knock on the study door was firm, urgent—but not frantic. I lost a family and found another. I looked up from the small pile of books I had been flipping through, my heart already sensing the shift before the words even came. Jace stood and opened it. Two officers stepped in—Italian, but one was accompanied by a U.S. consulate official, sharp in a blue suit with the calm tone of someone trained to deliver life-altering news without flinching.

The grand celebration lasted long into the evening, but as the last of the city officials departed and the echoes of laughter and champagne toasts faded into the polished wood of the bookshelves, Clara and Elias found themselves alone. The "Secret Story Room" was lit only by a few recessed warm lights, making it feel like a sanctuary floating in the middle of a vast, silent ocean of books. The air here was still, smelling of old parchment and the faint, sweet scent of the cedar beams Elias had fought so hard to include.

"You asked her to deal with me?" I did not dignify that question with an answer. Lauren only smiled. "I don't mind. As long as you're happy, you can do anything to me." Wow, she was a masochist? Never knew that. "Just look ahead, Lauren. We're done. There's no going back." That put a bitter smile on her face. She gave me a small nod and walked away. After that, she never bothered me again. Thanks to the lady's Spartan education, my partner and I moved out of the building and started our own company. We celebrated in her shop and filled the air not with cream, but the smell of barbecue.

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

Kelvin Mckenna said without looking at her, “This is not going to be done. You can be my secretary or my mistress, but you can't be both. Let's choose." Layla Larson paused, her nimble fingers hovering over the stack of classified papers searching for the contract he'd asked for... His request was out of the sky, and she felt Her breathing seemed to stop. Choose, he said. It's this or that. Kelvin always said exactly what he thought and remembered what he said.

Tears that mixed with the river water dripped from my hair. I clutched the blanket, desperately trying to cover my stomach. My voice cracked. "William, no, it’s not like that–"