Novel & Cerita The Space Between Us A Novel

But something in her stomach twisted. She ignored the feeling. She was here to capture beauty, not be swayed by it. “Next setup,” the director called. “We’ll go for something more personal. On the sofa.” In the meantime, Luna, for a moment remembered the event of previous night, her break up with her boyfrien. A bitter taste emerged in her mouth but she shut the memory down. This was not the time. She set up her camera as Deverell and Kensy moved onto a vintage leather couch, designed to look as if it belonged in some old, dimly lit apartment, where secrets were whispered between tangled sheets.

I felt her smile against my chest. "Between Us." She whispered, she must really like that song. "Let’s open up and take our clothes off I don’t want nothing in between us" "Why'd you start there?" She whispered sleepily, I could feel her body get heavier with sleep. "Felt right," I whispered and she giggled. "Sure you pervert." A/n How are you guys finding the second book so far? Follow my Facebook page- Author Fulu & Ghassan

"I like spending time with you too." After they walked around the garden for a few minutes, they began to feel too cold, so they went back into the house. Daniel gave Nathan a brief tour around. Somehow, Nathan thought the place was very much like Daniel's. The rooms were in neutral color tones. There were not many decorations, but everything was tidy and clean. There was nearly no clutter, except for Daniel's study and a table in the library, where it looked like a hurricane just swept by. Nathan stared at the mess, wondering how on earth Daniel managed to get any work done with those piles of books and papers.

That does something to my chest I don’t try to name. We sit there like that. Not fixed. Not broken. Just… present. The wind shifts again. Carries the scent of something distant. Alive. The world moving forward without waiting for permission. I stand slowly. My legs hold. Barely, but enough. Collins follows a second later. We don’t reach for each other. But we don’t step away either. The space between us feels… chosen. Not forced. Not pulled. Just there because we both allow it.

I lie awake for a long time after her breathing evens out, acutely aware of every inch of space between us. And every inch of space that isn't.

On Julian Sterling’s birthday, Zara Xavier secretly traveled six hours to his city to surprise him. She knew he had been eyeing a limited-edition watch, one of only a few in the world, so she arranged to meet a college student in person to buy it. When the girl arrived, Zara was surprised to see that she was pregnant. She was still in college, but her belly was already quite large. She was well into her third trimester. “Hi, I’m Zoey Ramsey. You’re the one who wanted the watch, right?” Zoey pulled the watch out of its original box and handed it to Zara as if it were no big deal. Zara happily took it. “Yes, this is the one. My husband really likes it. Ms. Ramsey, how much are you asking

“Jennifer and I are getting married at the end of the month. You like money, don’t you? As long as you come, I’ll give you a million.” He really was convinced that I was a gold digger. I chuckled and murmured, “Too bad I can’t go, but William, I wish you and Jennifer a happy life together from the bottom of my heart." Suddenly, a powerful force pulled me in. When I regained consciousness, I saw Jennifer and a man dressed in a robe. The man was holding a wooden cross and chanting under his breath. There was a table in front of him with a white porcelain urn on it. It was my urn.

Yesterday we jumped from the cliff; thankfully, the parachute opened on time. We are in the mountains, spending our vacation in a cosy cottage. It's monsoon; windows are displayed with fog and dark green forest. It's romantic. We were fucking like bunnies for the last two days. She is curled under the bedsheets, totally engulfed in reading a novel. Her coffee is getting cold beside the window. "I searched about this book; I know what happens in the end." I slid beside her under the bedsheet. "No!" She whined.

It reached us, not violently, not destructively. but quietly. the last consequence arrived. Zayden didn’t move didn’t step back, didn’t even breathe differently because now this wasn’t something to fight. this was something to face. I felt the pull. Not like before, Not claiming, but separating. The space between us thinning. not distance, difference. the world balanced. aligned. complete. everything in its place. except—us. Zayden’s hand still hovered. Just inches away. close enough to feel but not touch because now that space mattered. that space was the consequence.

"We open the box." "Okay." Neither of us moved to close the distance. That was right. That was where we were now, an armed truce across a kitchen, want on one side and doubt on the other and a dead man's warning strung between us like a tripwire, a key taped inside a Bible waiting to say which of us had been lying. I didn't reach for her. She didn't come to me. Three days ago, the space between us had been ice. Now it was something more honest and more dangerous, a demilitarized zone, held open on purpose, by two people who both knew that the next thing to cross it would decide everything.