The Space Between Us A Novel Novels & Stories

It felt like a retreat, a surrender, a denial of the strange and powerful pull that had grown between them. When she finally reached her apartment, the silence inside was deafening. The place felt empty, a stark contrast to the small, shared warmth of Damian’s penthouse. She dropped her keys on the counter, the jangling sound loud in the stillness, and collapsed onto her worn sofa. The afternoon light cast long, gray shadows across the room. She felt a profound loneliness, a consequence of the new emotional distance she was now supposed to maintain.

"You say that like you've been going to highschool for a hundred years when we're actually just in senior year" I watched her walk up the stairs, her voice and laughter resounding in my ears, her heartbeats loud enough to deafen an average ear, her blood running through every vein in her neck. As we got up the stairs and I fell beside her, I felt my teeth poke my lips. I craved for her and it suddenly scared me. Drinking a human blood is an off limits for me. But here's a woman I want to much, she ignited fires inside me. She comes to a stop besides the floor to ceiling window in a room barely full of people. It was quiet and a few students sat on couches, reading. In front of the window is

"Yeah. It's kind of boring and I don't see the point of reading books. What are we gonna do reading that?" I shook my head at him. "You're missing a lot in your life. Anyways, my favorite book is Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks." "Hmm," he hummed. "What's your favourite song?" And so we went on talking about random things. We were questioning each other for about half an hour when I finally got bored of it. "I think that's enough," I finally said. "What? We still have an hour left until we get home." "But I don't want to ask any more questions. I am tired," I said, and right on cue a yawn escaped my lips.

she spoke I shook my head and let it go. We have a beautiful apartment with a spacious living room , a beautiful dinning table, a modern kitchen with a balcony which give us the perfect view. We have a small sitting place in the balcony also. I usually sit there and read books with a cup of a coffee

“Now it's just the two of us.” Clarissa smiled seductively and plopped down on the soft sofa in the library, then crossed her legs defiantly. “Sit down, Aaron, it's strange that we're talking so far apart,” she invited him who had been standing while leaning on his desk at the end of the room. Aaron's face was cold, not responding to Clarissa's invitation. “Why are you here, Clare, what's your goal?” “Can I not? I miss you, Aaron, miss our times together.”

All of them were the living memory of what this pack is. The space between the moons. She had read about it in the first notebook, the first year Ivory Voss was in the territory. The space between the moons is not nothing. It is, in fact, where we live. She had read it many times. She understood it now in the way she understood things that had been true before she named them. The space between the moons was not the dramatic arc. The space between the moons was not the peak of the thing or the arrival of the thing or the naming of the thing.

They sat quietly for a moment. Then Ilyas said, “I had a really good time yesterday.” “Me too.” “With you.” Eliana's heart skipped. “With me?” He nodded. “Yes.” She looked down. “I did too.” Their eyes met. Neither moved. The space between them suddenly felt smaller. Ilyas leaned closer. Slowly. Giving her plenty of time to pull away. She didn't. Their lips met in a soft, brief kiss. Eliana's heart raced.

“I may need space sometimes. I do not want either of us walking away just to make the other person afraid.” “Then we say when we need distance,” he said, “and we say when we are coming back.” By the time we finished for the night, the room was still unfinished. A box sat unopened in the corner. Several pillows had lost the argument and ended up on the floor. His book rested beside mine, mismatched but together, the white flower sitting between our things on the nightstand. The imperfection made it feel more real than anything staged ever could.

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.

After Alicia runs away from home to escape her arranged marriage to Justin Hayes, she believes leaving everything behind will finally give her the freedom she has always wanted. Then she meets Leo, a mysterious boxer who awakens feelings she never knew she could have. But fate brings her back to Justin. Forced into a marriage built on duty, power, and two families determined to unite their empires, Alicia and Justin begin as enemies. Yet slowly, Justin changes. His unexpected tenderness, devotion, and relentless efforts to win her heart leaves Alicia questioning everything she once believed about him and the feelings she still carries for Leo. Just when Alicia begins to believe she can bu