The Space Between Us A Novel Novels & Stories

"Briella." "No, really." My eyes surveyed the room again. I saw the way people seemed to move through the space as if they belonged there. Like they'd always belonged there. "I'm the only one here who's still trying to figure out if I'm allowed to take up space." A familiar ache settled in my chest.

“Wait, for real? You just saved our lives!” Bisola let out a dramatic sigh of relief. “God bless you. I was ready to sleep in the common room.” Charity laughed. “Please don’t. Come on in.” They stepped into the room — neat, bright, smelling faintly of new paint and vanilla air freshener. Charity had already claimed the bottom bunk, her side perfectly arranged, from a color-coded stack of books to a small framed quote on her desk. “Wow, this place looks nice,” Bisola said. “You’ve got taste.”

I sat still, afraid to move, afraid to break the fragile peace that had settled between us. Outside, the sun climbed higher, melting the frost off the rooftops. The air inside my room felt warmer, softer. Maybe tomorrow we’d have to face reality again. But right now, for this small, fragile moment, it was enough. Taylor wasn’t okay. But he wasn’t alone. And neither was I.

A Senior at Crestwood High—a hellhole politely disguised as a school, ruled by hockey gods and the spray-tanned cheerleaders who orbit them like glittery little moons. Okay, maybe not all of them are evil. My best friend Zoe Tran is a cheerleader—and the only person in that cursed building who would go to war for me without blinking. She’s got claws, a mouth that doesn't know how to whisper, and a heart bigger than her hair. She’s also the only reason I haven’t set the school on fire yet. Figuratively. But outside of Zoe? I was that girl. The one who used to be thinner, used to be “pretty,” before puberty hit like a truck and left me with thighs that rub and a stomach I try to flatten every

Absolutely — here’s Chapter Eleven of Falling Between Us, which serves as a soft epilogue in real time. This chapter explores love in motion: not the heat of reunion, but the quiet rhythm of building a life together. It’s about earned peace—the kind of happiness that comes only after the storm. ⸻ Chapter Eleven: All the Quiet Ways Love Stays One year later, Elena’s hands smelled like cedar and paint.

Liam Present The between-space is nothing like I imagined during our preparation. It's not empty darkness or chaotic void, but something worse—reality that shifts based on thoughts and emotions, walls that exist only when you're not looking directly at them, distances that stretch or compress based on how desperately you want to reach your destination. "This place is insane," I mutter, reaching for Finley's hand while maintaining my grip on Dane's. The physical connection between all three of us feels like the only stable element in this constantly shifting nightmare. "How have you survived here without losing your mind?"

Alex, holding a cup of tea on the porch, watched them with a peace she had once believed impossible. She had finally come home. And this time, so had Chester.... A slowly heating romance between Sande, and Daniel the famous billionaire Playboy was beginning to heat up. Will the romance turn out right between them or…?. Find out in book two of the series'.

Something he did not have the courage to listen to. But when Jonah eventually got up, closing his laptop and going back to his cold, empty bed, he knew the truth. The tension wasn't done. It has increased. The middle-of-the-night phone call, the spat name, the charged silence—it had all drawn them that much closer to a precipice each of them was reluctant to cross. The novel was a fantasy. The tension was one of only two realities that existed between them anymore, a heavy vibrating wire stretched out tight over the city at midnight, connecting two black windows, and neither of them knew how much longer it could hold off from shattering before it did.

They happened in the accumulation of ordinary evenings, in shared meals and afternoon silences and cups of tea left on desks and thirty-second assessments of sketches on walls. They happened in the space between. And the space between was getting smaller every day.

The Distance Between Worlds is a free bonus novella and prequel to The Moon’s Choice. Alice believes she understands her life. Work, familiar streets, ordinary routines — everything has its place. Until reality begins to slip. Her reflection moves when she does not. A silver line opens onto a landscape she has never seen. And one night, Alice finds herself beside an impossible lake beneath unfamiliar stars. There, she sees a dragon. And a man who looks at her as though he already knows exactly who she is. Alice does not know his name. She does not know why silver magic responds to her touch, why the boundary between worlds seems to recognize her, or why this stranger speaks to her with