The Better Half Book Novels & Stories

Being an older brother was a lot more draining than we were told. “ Everything!!” She laughed with a high pitched voice and hugged me. “ You're going to break my ribs with the way you crashed into me,” I wasn't kidding but of course such effrontery can be forgiven since you could say she's my deranged half. If you were waiting for me to say better half, then you might as well wait till eternity because I couldn't jinx myself by calling her my better half but that's what I like about her - she was the sweeter version of me.

that he really started to take things seriously. Turns out his mother's been right. The night he came back, Grace didn’t even recognize him in the hallway. In that moment, he realized he might’ve been the worst kind of husband—present in name only. So, out of respect and basic decency, he resolved to be better. A responsible man. But the more time he spent with her, the more he realized—she wasn’t half as difficult as people made her out to be. People called her a cheetah, fierce and high-maintenance, but she was more like a spoiled Persian cat—demanding in the most endearing way, as long as you gave her enough care and attention.

She wrote about the marriage in its current form. Not the crisis version — that was the first book. The after version. The marriage that was real and honest and imperfect and chosen and was, in the daily practice of the choosing, something different from what it had been and something more completely itself. She wrote about Emeka in the arrivals hall at six forty on a Saturday morning. About what that had meant and what it had been evidence of and what evidence, accumulated over time, eventually became. She wrote about the second prayer. The same words. The entirely different woman.

It was like getting a hold on the straw before drowning completely. Uncle Haron raised his brow curiously. "How?" "She's not a full vampire, but a half-human! If I mark her and make her a full vampire then she can be saved." I spoke so fast that I doubted if he had understood what I said. But the change in his expression showed he did. His eyes turned sharp. He looked deep in thought with one finger on his chin.

And now that I seemed to be his hope, I didn't want to repay him by letting death snatch me away. Set everything else aside, I also didn't want to leave him either. He was mine just as much as I was his. I couldn't bear being apart from him. We were the neglected ones, but this time, we chose each other, helping each other fill in the void. He was my better half, and I was going nowhere else. "I've decided to start treatment." I blurted. His eyes widened at first in utter surprise, then as if everything finally clicked, he immediately pulled me into a tight hug.

“I’m going to run with her if something happens. I’m not, never going to let anybody take her or treat her badly.” “Which is not going to happen!” Alston snapped at her. “Ohh, now we’re snapping?” She said as a scoff escaped her lips. “We have an apartment on the other side of this place, my husband and I planned it for anything that could happen.” “Are you guys moving out?” Alston asked with raised brows. “Yes. We’re moving out immediately, your beta and you leave, but we’re telling you. Someone might have seen you, Alston, you might not know and they might be waiting for the exact time for them to capture you.”

"Whatever love I had for you was ground down to nothing by your cruelty." "You killed my child. That ended every last possibility between us." He sat there, his ravaged face half-hidden beneath the brim of his hat, struggling to breathe. I looked at him one final time. "Falling for you was the worst call I ever made." "I thought I could change you. I even believed that getting pregnant would bring you back." I shook my head slowly. "Now I know—I should never have pinned my hopes on someone who needed to be changed." "I should have loved someone who was already good."

“Don’t fall, Jack. I need my fiancé in one piece.” “No promises,” he said, grinning down at her, his hands dusty from the drywall. They picked a warm beige for the living room, a color that felt like home, and Elle sketched a layout for a couch and bookshelves, dreaming of quiet nights reading together. Jack watched her, his chest tight, still amazed she’d said yes, that she was his.

"No more separation? Divorce? Or..." "Please, eradicate that notion because it's never gonna happen." " Wow! Thank you, Thank you, Richard, for giving me another chance even though I did not deserve it." "It's okay, we both signed up for this, remember this marriage is "For Better or For Worse" and this is not even the worse phase yet." "Wow!" She exclaimed, cackling like a child, as she pulled him into another hug. "Richard!" she called all of a sudden.

***THE END (OF PART 1)*** Part 2 starts from the next chapter. The book is divided into two parts because they're set years apart. Thank you for reading this far, I promise Part 2 will be better.