Within You Or Without You Novels & Stories

But looking at who I was with right now, there’s nothing that beats a moment when someone close to you accepts who you are and takes care of you in such situations. “Come on, Leon! Make it more challenging for me.” I said as I continuously dashing myself into the road. “Nope, not a chance.”

“How the fuck did you let that peasant touch you?” Magnus pushed the heavy doors and flung his coat on the maid who was standing by the door. “Welcome, Alpha.” He didn’t respond, nor did he acknowledge the fact that someone was standing there. “I didn’t see it coming,” Caelan grumbled a response.

They live inside you. And some mysteries… are only just beginning.

Held together. Without collapse. Without release. And waiting for what came next.

He had this way of making her feel alive, like she was seeing parts of herself she never knew existed. But she wasn’t delusional. They had an unspoken understanding as friends, maybe, but competitors first. The coveted team leader position was still up for grabs, and this pitch was everything. Winning would finally earn her the respect she’d fought so hard for. The fact that Luke might feel the same was a dangerous thought, one she didn’t allow herself to entertain. He was polite, easygoing, sweet even, but nothing more. With the pitch just days away, they needed one last run-through. she suggested working outside the office—somewhere quiet. When he offered his apartment, she hesitated but a

It makes me realize that even if I cannot find the faith in myself, I can find it inside of you. Faith is about believing. You don't know how it will happen, but it will happen.

I question as I open it to read it. I’m watching you…

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“I understand enough.” “You don’t.” “You’re underestimating me again.” “No,” I say quietly. “I’m measuring the risk.” “And deciding it’s worth it.” “That’s not your decision to make.” A small pause. “It already is.” The space between us tightens. Not physically. Structurally. Two positions. Neither yielding. “You’re not outside this anymore,” I say. “I never was.” “Yes,” I reply. “You were.” “And now?” “Now you’re inside something that will use you until there’s nothing left.”