We Were Here Books Novels & Stories

The dining hall was grand, with long tables set for a feast, and I knew, without a doubt, that my babies and I were finally home, and best of all we had our mate and chosen family with us here. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

Ian disappeared halfway through—another message from Cecilia. Year three. Four. Five... Same script, every time. She used to think it was all just bad timing. Now she saw it clear. Tears welled up, but she wiped them away before they fell. Seven more days. Then she'd be gone. *** At breakfast, Ian and Cecilia were already out. Leah headed to her atelier, just picked up her carving knife when her phone lit up—Cassie. [Leah! You won't believe this! I just saw Ian with his sister-in-law at the fertility clinic! Didn't his brother just die?! What's going on?!]

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Thursday nights were usually reserved for the math club’s peer-tutoring sessions, but the library was closed for renovations. That left me sitting on the floor of Noah’s bedroom, textbooks spread out like a minefield between us. Madison was at a "Captains Only" dinner across town, which meant the house was uncharacteristically quiet. Michael was at the station, and Elena had retreated to the den with a book, leaving us in a bubble of yellow lamplight and the faint hum of the central air.

But deep down, it didn't feel that way. The weekend had finally arrived, and as I was lucky enough to have weekends off, I was spending the morning in the bookstore with Lila. It was during a lull in customers that I saw the book. It was tucked away in a corner of the shelf, almost as if it had been deliberately hidden. The cover was worn, the title inked in faded letters: 'The Werewolf Legacy of New Orleans'. I pulled it out, feeling the weight of its pages and the history that lay within. Lila looked up from the cash register, her eyes widening when she saw the book in my hands.

He passed it to Valentina. She unfolded it. Her pulse hammered as the words sank in: Your city. Your people. Their blood for your fire. Beneath the words was a location. A restaurant on the edge of the docks. Her breath caught. She knew it. She’d gone there before — simple meals, quiet corners. Familiar faces. Dante’s hand brushed hers, steady. “They’re gone,” he said, his voice low, sure. Valentina looked up at him, her eyes blazing. “He killed them because of me.”

--- For the first time, they didn't have to solve anything. --- Save anything. --- Understanding nothing. --- They could simply be. --- In the afternoon, they sat in the library. --- Between the shelves. --- Where the years had once stood. --- Most of the books were still there. --- But one was missing. --- Just one. --- The book titled: --- Those Who Stayed --- It had vanished. --- Months ago. --- No one knew where it had gone. --- And somehow, that didn't bother anyone. --- For some stories wanted to wander on.

"Um, I can't really tell much about it until you read it for yourself but it's just a pretty good love story about Jay and Abby." "Jay and Abby, huh?" I grinned, nodding my head slowly. "Okay, I like." "Yup." She nodded her head, a little too vigorously. "Simply about Jason and Abigail." Then, she looked up at me and held my gaze for a few seconds. And, it clicked. "Wait, those names sound oddly familiar." I gave a skeptical look. "Do they?" She pressed her lips together. "It's a book about us." I said as a matter of fact.

"We've got this, girl. We're in this together." We arrived at Ottawa airport in the evening; we spent about 3 hours in the air. I saw a bookstore and headed towards it. “I’m going to check if they have the second book of Rebecca Yarros’s series,” I told Faye, who was staring at her phone and nodded. “Alright,” she said as she walked away.

Not at all beautiful. ****** Entering the park, a slight breeze rustled the leaves making them fall to the solid ground one by one. It was a Sunday morning. The park was barren except for an elderly couple feeding the ducks and a couple of fellow joggers breathing in fresh morning air. Clara had worn a dark grey leggings and a white cropped hoddie that revealed the lower part of her sports bra. They had decided to meet at the nearest park that they both lived. To her surprise, Xane lived only a few miles away from her.