What Lies Between Us Novels & Stories

he says, and even Lucifer looks skeptical. "How?" Lucifer asks, crossing his arms. "I don't know what it was, or what I saw, but the thing pointed me in the direction of where the book is hidden at. It's in a place where there's no name, or even people." Loss explained. I looked at him with a confused expression as I racked my brain to think of such a place. "There's a place like that?" I ask him, and Loss nods. "Yes, we just don't know it." he replies, and he takes my hand as his wings pop out.

Later that night, after Leo had gone to bed I was alone in my room, the fear that I had never wanted finally crept in, not for myself but for Leo, my son , the actual source of my happiness. I had to go through a whole lot because of my son and no one will take him away from me now, not even Ethan. I told myself that I was being paranoid but then my phone buzzed again, but this time, it wasn’t Ethan. It was a message from an unknown number. ‘You should have stayed gone.’ My breath caught and immediately another message followed. ‘Some secrets destroy everyone involved.’

“You think it’s that easy?” “You’re not leaving me, Luciano,” she continued, her voice trembling but resolute. “I won’t let you. Do you hear me? I won’t let you.” “Elena, enough,” he said, his tone hardening. “This isn’t going to change anything.” Her lips curled into a bitter smile as she slowly straightened, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “ there is someone between us right? Someone has already come between us?” she whispered. “If you walk out that door, I’ll destroy everything. Everything you care about specially that new toy of yours! ”

⸻ That Night In bed, wrapped in soft sheets and half-asleep limbs, Elena whispered into the dark: “I submitted a new series to the gallery.” Adrian’s voice was low. “Yeah?” “They want to feature it. In a permanent collection.” He smiled in the dark. “Proud of you.” “There’s more.” She hesitated. Then: “I named the series Falling Between Us.” Adrian turned toward her, fully awake now. “And why that?” “Because everything we thought was a fall…” she whispered, “turned out to be a way forward.” He kissed her forehead.

My daughter, Clara Williams, turned seven today. We played a simple game to celebrate. The rule was easy. I would start a sentence, and she would finish it. It was a popular trend designed to see if a child was being criticized. "First sentence," I said, leaning over the table. "Look at the other kids…" I waited, a warm smile on my face. I had never raised my voice at her. I spent years protecting her world, building her confidence brick by brick. I knew she was happy. Her soft voice shattered that illusion instantly. "They are so much better than you," she said, reciting the words by heart. "You aren't even worth a single hair on Lily's head." Lily. She was the daughter of Donald

I sat in the living room tonight with the light off, just listening to the wind. And for the first time since his passing, I smiled. Not because I was healed. But because I remembered us—before the lies, before the heartbreak, before life pulled us apart. I remembered the man who whispered my name like a promise. Noah’s POV I had the dream again. We were on the porch. Him. Me. Two glasses of scotch. One truth between us. He was telling me about a woman—how her laugh could stop time, how her eyes silenced his doubts. He didn’t know he was talking about my mother.

I woke up to the ray of the sun streaming through the slats on my blinds, cascading over my naked chest. I stretched, my boobs lifting with my arms as I greeted the sun. I rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, my nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. Last night was a heavy mess, call me crazy but I had to take off my shirt to have a good sleep, I kept turning round and round, sleeping alone is something I’m not comfortable with and last night was the night I found out that America also face power supply difficulties, that’s right, my power got cut in the middle of the night and the summer heat of New York City basically wanted to kill me. I had to make a couple of calls before

I shot him a death glare and coughed. The interruption gave Leah a moment to focus on the food again. “Uh, where did you put the honey jar, Leah?” “I already put enough in the tea.” “I… I just want more,” I lied. Truth was, I just needed to get away from Kai. Sweat was forming on my forehead. Heat was flooding between my legs again. Leah pointed at the cupboard on the wall. The soreness in my pussy made my walk slow and careful. My ass still stung from the spanks Kai had given me earlier — my skin was definitely still pink.

“You’ve avoided giving me rides for days. Days, Damian! And this morning you promised…promised, you’d wait so we could go together, and you still just… left!” I pinched the bridge of my nose. Of all mornings, she chose this one to explode. “I carried other people,” I said, tone colder than I intended. “There wasn’t space.” A lie. There was plenty of space. “Other people?” she echoed, voice rising. “Who? Your teammates?” “I don’t have time for this,” I muttered. “Oh, don’t you dare…” I hung up. Just ended the call before she could start another argument. My thumb hovered over the screen for a split second, waiting for the guilt to hit.

Footsteps approached. Leon. Aria saw him before Evan did. Panic hit. She knew Leon recognized Evan from that night and she had already told Leon that they were still together. “Evan,” she whispered. “I need you to pretend we’re together.” He blinked. “What?” “Please.” “Why?” “I told my roommate we were still dating.”She lied. Leon was close now. Evan smiled slowly. “So you want me back.” “Just pretend,” she said quickly.