The World Between Us Novels & Stories

And everything else could wait. Everywhere seemed to shrink around us, leaving only our shared space, our shared warmth, the unspoken agreement that this was exactly where we belonged. I couldn’t help but think how perfect it was, how every misstep had led to this, every pause and heartbreak and long, awkward silence had brought us to a place where it felt like the world had finally caught up to us.

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.

But I love how you put your dear ones before you Of course I would. I love them more than anything in the world. I love how you get all overprotective when it comes to your family and friends I didn't want to lose anyone after my dad and Jake. And the thing I love the most in the world - YOU. I stared at the last note before biting my lip. I loved him too. Honestly, I wasn't sure if we'd be together once we were out of high school. But here we were. Two months later we would even be celebrating four years of being together.

Bella Who would’ve thought that “us against the world” would quickly turn into “me against the world, and against the memory you have now lost”? It will be the biggest lie of mine if I say that none of this affects me, that I have faith in our love and that you will remember me in no time. But I would just keep on pretending, not until the negativity inside me melt away. By the time I was walking straight into your room, hospital corridors echoed with the hurried footsteps of anxious visitors and the hushed whispers of worried families. Amongst them, is me, and my heavy heart filled with anticipation.

he said, voice low, controlled. A pause. Then.. “It is.” Deverell exhaled, rolling his shoulders, preparing for whatever came next. Because in this world—the one he had spent centuries burying himself in, things were different.

mum asked. " mum " I hissed " no he is not divorced nor is he dead. He lives in Russia and works there too " Alex said with a smile.. " oh I'm sorry dear. Thats great " mum said and I tried to sink into the chair. Will I be embarrassed more? Why is Alex's house so far. " its fine Mrs..Brenda. How about you and Mr walker " Alex asked and mum stopped the car abruptly as we both stared at each other...

He walked towards them while loosening his tie and looked directly at Nick's eyes. "It's bad," West whispered. Nick gave him a what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about look which is pretty much what everyone has on their faces. Edward stuck out his tongue and brush his fingers against his hair as he pushes them backward, he has no time for this. Who knows what Louis is doing with Hailey right now. West threw the envelope on the coffee table and akimbo both his arms on his waist. He pursed his lips looking tired as if he was chased 24/7.

said Miss Close. "The Cold War rivalry between the United States and the Soviet Union lasted for decades ." Jenna's voice quivered as soon as she began speaking. "And... And resulted in anti-communist suspicions and international incidents that led the two superpowers to the brink of nuclear disaster..." She continued, clearing her throat. After a while, when she reached the end of her presentation, she realised it wasn't that scary after all. Yes, she was practically shaking but no one made fun of her. She realised that they all had to do a presentation at the end of the day. They must've felt just as intimidated! "Well done Jenna!" Miss Close admired as everyone in the class applauded.

“Uh, who?” “Kai, of course. Who else?” Leah’s eyes brightened. The pot lid rattled from the steam. She turned to adjust it, giving me a second to breathe. “Not really,” I said, rolling my eyes to the side. “He was out most of the day.” “Funny how you two seem to get along now,” she said with a small laugh. “Remember the first two months? Y’all were like Tom and Jerry. I genuinely thought the hatred would never die.”

“No. Actually... I thought you were brave as hell for showing up.” I didn’t know what to say to that. Nobody had ever called me brave before. Pathetic, fat, weird? Sure. But brave? I lowered my arms slightly. “You don’t even know me.” “Maybe not. But I was curious.” I narrowed my eyes. “Why?” He offered a half-shrug, like even he wasn’t sure. “You read something once. In AP Lit. Junior year. Poem about the moon. It stuck.” My brain glitched. “You remember that?”