We Were Here Books Novels & Stories

A book they'd read together, out loud, one chapter at a time. They crossed things off. The ugly beach. The lopsided bowls. The strange play. “We're doing it,” she said one night. “Doing what?” “Living. Not surviving. Not waiting. Living.” He kissed her. “Took us long enough.” “We had to learn.” “We learned.”

After dropping her luggage off at the motel's office, we headed back to the same café we'd had lunch at the day before. "So, where'd you sleep last night?" she asked when the waitress walked away after bringing us our menus. "In Bourbon," I said without looking away from my menu.

HE FOUND HER The bookshop was called Paige & Prose.It was the kind of place that had no business existing in a city like this — tucked between a laundromat and a phone repair shop on a street that couldn't decide if it was charming or forgotten. The sign above the door was hand-painted. The windows were always slightly fogged. Inside it smelled like old paper and cinnamon and something warm that Rain had never been able to name but had always associated with safety.She had worked here for two years.She loved it more than almost anything.She was on her knees behind the front counter Tuesday morning, reorganizing the bottom shelf of new arrivals, when the bell above the door chimed."I'll be ri

His the one I'm meant to hate, to loathe— his the enemy! But his the one I desire, crave, want and need the most. I am his. As he is mine. And together? We burnt bridges and started fires, wars, it was so beautifully chaotic that it tore and shredded us apart,, my dear love. _ Emily Collins is a young brilliant woman who started her business from scratch with the help of her two bestfriends and with a thick and heavy past behind her, she's doing good— as good as she can be with a little baby boy.

I noticed all the different categories and different sections the books were placed in. With ease, Agatha found each book and I held out my arms as she gathered the books into them. Some of the titles were written in languages I couldn’t read, and some were just… absurd. ‘Werebear physiology’, ‘Werebear magic rituals’, ‘Werebear sexua’-nope not reading it. Just shuffle forward behind the nice kind lady. She stacked a few books labeled ‘Werebear history’ and ‘Werebear proper stamina management’, into my arms, before leading me somewhere else.

She almost stumbled while trying to improve her essay while walking - not a good idea. We were not allowed to enter the kennel as most of us did not wear protective clothing. So we lined up nicely on the outer bars and impatiently awaited what our mentor had to tell us. No, the impatience wasn't meant sarcastically, but literally. This was the last hour and we all wanted to go home.

Like I mentioned earlier, everyone knows that I am a weirdo… Nobody bothers me because of that… Well, except for Kaylee and her fake-laughing friends. “Liv, can we go and talk somewhere else?” Dan asked. “A library isn’t the most suitable place if you’re in a mood to shout.” He whispered. I looked around at all the people who were reading books or writing stuff down or doing whatever they were doing. “Okay.” I shrugged as I got up from my seat and took my bag, closing the book I was reading. The book that revealed the big secret to me… That’s why books are my best friends… They tell me everything!

Hand in hand, we walked forward, with Millicent and Jonathan's laughter echoing around us. We followed the sound of their laughter, slowly making our way home.

I did not have to be a rocket scientist to guess who was behind this. This photo album contained all the pictures Zach and I had taken over the years. I had bought this album not long after Zach came into my life, and every year we would fill it up with photographs of memorable trips. Zach had sworn he would cherish this photo album until the end of his days, because it was a tangible representation of our shared memories together. Alas, he allowed Thalia to defile it like a child's art project. Perhaps he himself had taken part in the vandalization.

THE END (only for now) *** [Author's note We did it. ✨ No Saints Here (Lustful Chapters) is officially complete, a whole journey, and every bit of it shared with you. I just want to say thank you. Truly. To every reader who stayed, who loved each chapter, who spent their time and hard-earned money turning every page, I am deeply grateful. Your support means everything to me, and this book wouldn’t have come this far without you. But this isn’t the end… not even close.