We Living Together Novels & Stories

They both thought about each other as they smiled at each other with love clearly visible in thei eyes. There was no need to say that out loud cause the other person knew it already. There was no need for words to describe how they felt. The love they felt for each other needed no description cause they were meant for each other. They had come a long way, from hating themselves to loving themselves. From giving up on their life to fight for what they wanted and whom they wanted to be with. Their wish to die had become a wish to live for each other. ~end~

It's not really a big deal, or maybe he was disappointed that he couldn't provoke Arzhel anymore? “But are you still living together?” Joe asked. Adrian looked at me as if he was waiting for me to answer because he's not sure about the version of the story that we should tell them. “Uhm, no, we both have individual houses,” I said and flashed a quick smile. “But we always visit each other,” Adrian said, then he looked at me, smiling as if he wanted me to confirm it. “Yeah, he's right since we're co-parenting,” I said.

Ready to live. Finally, truly live.

Now we were learning to actually live again. Together. As a family. Weird and complicated and traumatized. But together. Always together. And that was enough.

or that one with the weird ingredient challenge? I laughed softly. “Absolutely.” He hit play on the streaming service, and we settled back against the couch, kittens sprawled between us and at our feet. The screen glowed softly. I felt warm, not from the fall chill outside, but from the quiet that’s earned, not given. I didn’t know what came next. But I knew what this was: Living. Together. And nothing else mattered.

His question had sparked a feeling in me as it had never happened before. Hell yes! I wanted to move in with him, but I had no freaking clue how it would turn out to be. I was sitting on the couch and looking at him in surprise, unable to believe that he actually invited me to live with him. I stood nowhere in comparison to him. Talking was one thing, but living together with him was a completely different thing. Not wanting to mess it up from there, keeping quiet was a better option for me. Every time I opened my mouth impulsively, I spoiled things. So, that was a chance for me to think before I talked as an opportunity like this to live with a billionaire was inconceivable.

"This is going to be our living room. I like a warm light beige for the couch, and we'll lay thick carpet on the floor so that when we have a baby, she can crawl around freely in the living room." "As for our bedroom, I think warm lightning will be best. After all, this is supposed to be a cozy haven for us, so I want us to walk in and instantly leave all our worries outside the door." Everything in this house was handpicked by us. He had once looked forward to living here together forever. But why, after only ten years, did we drift apart? "Andrew, what's so good about this place? It's so shabby and old. I'm so tired today, and my stomach hurts a little. Andrew, will you come home with me?"

I need her to. “But the point is,” I say, reaching to brush a lock of hair from her face, “— now we’re here. And you’re allowed to live. Not just survive. Not just plan. But live.” She nods slowly, thoughtfully. “So should you.” “Yeah, we should try it. We can live together. Recklessly responsible.” She narrows her eyes. “That’s not a real thing.” “It is now. Trademark pending.” She smirks, but there’s moisture in her eyes. “I guess you’re right …”

The next few clauses outlined our public appearances, financial arrangements, and— I stopped, my stomach flipping as I read the next part. Clause 7: The husband and wife will maintain separate living spaces within the marital home. I blinked. “We’re going to live together?” Damien nodded. “It’s necessary. The press will be watching, and it wouldn’t make sense for a married couple to live apart.” My heart raced. “This wasn’t part of the plan.” “This was always the plan,” he corrected smoothly. “You didn’t think we’d fake a marriage while living in separate states, did you?”

I wink and he smirks. "There are other ways also, in which you and I both can share living here." I frown. "What way?" He raises his eyebrows,his smile not wavering. Almost telling me to guess. What is he talking about? Think, think. What makes two people live together? Especially a man and a woman. There are livin' relationships and then there is—My eyes grow wide at realisation. ***************