We Were Meant For So Much More Novels & Stories

All of us. Together. And the future stretched ahead, bright and full of promise. Ready for whatever came next. Because we were stronger than any storm. Braver than any fear. And loved beyond measure. This was our story. Our happy ending. Our new beginning. And it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. THE END

Liam chuckled as well and kiss her as they both kiss each other lips passionately. Faith is really working in a mysterious ways. It just needs more time before you will achieve your happy ending with your soulmate. When we say love, it is not just about happiness, it also includes sadness, pain and challenges. These are the things that you need to face to make your love stronger for each other. Everything is perfect when you let God do it. Just trust God and everything will be perfect. THE END Please check out my book DEVASTATED, Which is based on the werewolf and also leave a comment.

I whisper, “we got something better.” He tilts his head, curious. “What’s that?” “A real one.” And as laughter fills the air and the world turns golden around us, I know that after everything the pain, the second chances, the love that refused to die this is where we were always meant to end up. Not perfect. Not flawless. Just us.

“Ready to go home?” I nod, squeezing his hand. “Yeah. Home.” And tonight, we are walking into the night for the first time in many years. We are not running anymore. The battle continues, all right--but we are now battling on our own conditions. Since I shall keep but three things, namely, truth and love and courage. And tonight… I honour them both. I look at the phone that is in my hands, and the phone rings with another message, which is an unknown number: They’ve sent someone else to finish what they started.

We decided to celebrate our wins, which were very big wins to us. We drank and ate and played loud music and danced so much like we were kids. I was really happy and couldn't stop thinking about Leo throughout. He popped up in my mind a lot and in everything I do. I thought of him in ever y part of my day and I couldn't just wait for him to love me too.

He felt she at least deserved to have her own pastor perform the ceremony. Brayden knew he would be totally clueless going to a Baptist Church. But, if that’s what made his family happy, he would give it a try. Brayden gave Carl a look that told him he had better do his part as well. Carl, knowing his friend enough to understand his unspoken thoughts, nodded, assuring him he would. They boarded the plane, sad to leave the beautiful Hawaiian Islands. “We will come back again one day,” Brayden assured his family. “We will come back on our anniversary, My Sweet Girl,” Carl assured her.

For a split second, I wanted nothing more than to return to the good old times, when I had not yet developed feelings for Zach, when he and I were siblings, and nothing more. We were siblings, and nothing more. This was wishful thinking, though, because it had all come to pass. I had already found someone who truly deserved me. [The End.]

were, but that's how it is, that's life, that's what happened, that's what we lived through, that's what we endured, that's what we suffered, that's what we lost, that's what we gave, that's what we sacrificed, that's what we sold, that's what we betrayed, that's what we abandoned, that's what we left, that's what we forgot, everything, everything, everything, and now, now we're here, in this city, in this house, in this family, with Élianor, with the twins, with Marcus, with Liora, with everyone who loves us, who wants us, who desires us, who keeps us, who protects us, who defends us, who saves us, who loves us, forever, for eternity, for the end of time, for everything we have, everything

We were doomed. And I had never wanted anything more in my entire life.

“Provide for us? You mean provide for yourself. You never cared about me, not really. All you’ve ever cared about is your social status, your image. I was just another pawn in your game.” Her eyes flashed with anger, but her voice remained eerily calm. “You’re being ungrateful. I’ve given you everything—the best schools, the best opportunities. And this is how you repay me? By throwing a tantrum?” I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “You don’t get it, do you? I don’t care about the money or the opportunities. I just wanted a mother who loved me, who cared about me. But you’ve never been that person. You’ve always been too busy chasing your own ambitions to see me, to really see me.”