The You And Me Book Novels & Stories

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“Let’s get home or he won’t stop pouting.” I had a silly grin on my lips as we drove home. My heart felt full. I was lucky to have them, Kyle and Caleb. You can know more about my book and bonus content through mahimistry d o t c o m <3 I G : authormahimistry

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Then I tip her chin up and look her in the eyes. “You’re not a maybe, Emilie.” She blinks. “You’re not some background character in my story. You’re it. You’re the plot. The arc. The whole damn book.” Her breath catches. “Nobody’s leaving. Especially not me.” We don’t say anything for a while after that. There is just breath and us living the moment. Her hand finds mine under the sheets, our fingers tangling like they are made to. The sun is starting to rise with a little light creeping in through the curtains.

The day I got out of prison, my sister's adopted brother, Finn Andersen, livestreamed my homecoming. He shoved the camera in my face. "This is my brother. Even after being abused by thirteen people, he somehow found the strength to keep going." The comments blew up instantly. Evelyn Andersen frowned, but Finn just shrugged. Three years ago, I would've lost it. This time, I smiled at the camera. "Why shouldn't I keep living? They're the ones who deserve to be judged. They're the ones who should die. Not me." When we got home, it was the anniversary of our parents' deaths. Evelyn had Finn place flowers on their graves instead of me. I didn't stop her. When she gave Finn my room and stuc

*** Author's Note Okay, I don't even know if anyone is reading this book, but if you are, thank you so much for checking out the book. I realise it's not your usual goodnovel..well, novel, so, it really means a lot that you decided to read "From me to you." If it's not so much to ask of you, comment and leave reviews. And spread the word so your friends can read too. The book isnt edited, so please forgive any typographical and grammatical errors present. Proper editing will be done after the book is finished.

Everyone stood up in respect and he could see how confused and surprised she was because she didn't know who he was actually and she heard his name for the first time ever. And it kept ranging in her ears loudly"Bernard Anworth"And he had no intention of disclosing it anytime soon. He said a few words regarding the topic and ended the speech by saying, "just remember you came alone, you'll live alone and you'll die alone. Don't trust anybody more than yourself. Be your own best friend and your own worst enemy to keep the balance of life.

The interview continued after a commercial break. "I'm a fan of your work. I have bought and read every single book you published. My favorite book is Her and Me." She continued. "I'm still curious why it ended that way. And would you ever consider writing a sequel for it." " Her and Me." I sighed. "That was my hail Mary to my first love." I admitted. "What do you mean?" "It's been so long since that book was written and I always refuse to talk about it because that book is personal to me. The truth is I am Aliana in that book." I admitted.

“You came to our home when you were seven, wearing a pink dress, your hair in two braids, chasing butterflies in the yard. I hid on the stairs, watching you, thinking you were so beautiful. “When you got engaged to Gabriel at eighteen, I spent the whole night alone in my room. Then, I bought an apartment near your school. When my mom asked why, I said it was an investment. The truth was, I just wanted to be there if you ever needed me, so I could get to you immediately. The day you ran to me and asked me to help you play a little act, I knew I finally had a chance.” He turned to look into my eyes. “You finally came to me on your own. Even if it was just for a moment, I wanted to be by your s