With All That I Am Novel Novels & Stories

Then Amelia said softly, “This is just forward now.” Alexander answered without hesitation. “Yes.” And for the first time, there was no contrast left between what was and what used to be. Only what remained. Still going. Still theirs. End of Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

"Liv, I was wrong. Maybe I had selfish motives in the beginning, but my feelings during these three years were real. I truly fell in love with you. "Tessa secretly interfered with the fertility samples. I found out afterward, but I was afraid you would be angry, so I didn't stop it. I never meant for any of this to happen. Believe me. "My allergy is real too. I've been sensitive to women's bodily fluids since childhood, just not as severely as I claimed. With you, witnessing what happened in that factory left a psychological block that made the reaction worse. But the doctor says I'm improving. Once I lower my defenses around the woman I genuinely love, I'll never react to her again. You're

] The system's interface flickered softly, as if hinting at something more. [A new world. A new story.] A streak of crimson-gold light pierced the horizon, and the first rays of dawn spread across the land. The sun had risen. I pushed open the window and drew a deep breath. "I accept."

All my men kept saying she was the wettest woman they've ever touched. Zack no longer could contain his fury and hatred upon hearing that. He rushed toward the man. However, he was no match for a drug dealer who had lived through hell and back. The man sent Zack flying with just a kick. Blood trickled down the corner of Zack's mouth as he collapsed hard onto the ground. My heart ached. I rushed over to stand in front of Zack, wanting to stop the man. Yet, his fist went straight through my body. Only then did I remember that I was already dead, with only a lingering soul left.

Anyway, tell me what you're thinking, because I’m not okay. I’m not okay at ALL. Love & longing, — Me, your author who is currently melting into a pillow over this fictional man

Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed. A burst of laughter tore the silence in the room, "Nice one," Ivana laughed out aloud. "I know it's hard to believe but it's true," Arielle let out a nervous laugh.

heart It was curious, it was itching to know more It sensed danger, it sensed he was ife power, he sensed my doom, but still it wanted to know He came into my life and read me like a book, he made me his prey

I know I am alone. The papers are undeniable. The timelines are unthinkable. The betrayal is complete. I snap photos of it all with trembling hands, with trembling certainty, with the trembling understanding that I have nothing left. My focus blurs with the effort, with the need, with the harsh realization. My breath is quick and shallow. The rain matches the pulse of my desperation, matches the wet edge of my world, matches the sound of everything I can’t keep. Everything. Everything. Everything.

She murmurs under a thunder light blow. I kiss her passionately with all the envy I have for her. We kiss and it seems to be an eternity, the sound of the raindrops get into harmony with my heart's beats and the thunder light sound doesn't seem to be bad to my ears but seems to be like a romantic melody just playing for this moment. I caress her and hold her arm delicately while bending her on my bed slowly.

Self care was a high priority in her book. Speaking of books, she wondered how her new, beautiful blonde friend was getting on with her manual covering the basics of art. If Hollis hadn’t shown so much interest in their doodling, Whitney would’ve sworn she’d only jumped at the chance to borrow the book so they could see each other again. The idea alone had her heart racing as she carefully stepped out of the stand up shower and onto a freshly washed sunflower printed bath mat. Recalling how giddy she’d felt when Hollis disclosed her sexuality at the bar made Whitney cringe for a second.