The Tide Between Us Novels & Stories

Her hands rest firmly on her hips, shoulders squared. “No. It’s something else.” She is markedly curious but keeps her mouth shut until we reach the tidal bridge, and the village fades behind us. It’s low tide, and the bridge of boulders is now guarded by a field of sand, smaller rocks, and tidal pools full of shellfish and starfish. Normally, Fallon would be completely distracted by poking through the tide pools, but now, she’s firmly at my side, her hand resting in the crook of my elbow.

Everyone said my wife, Zoey Harper, was an amazing wife and mom who'd do anything for me and our son, Leo. Leo's doctor warned us three times that he might not make it. Then he died. Zoey claimed she was overseas for work. She wasn't. She'd invited Peter Cole—the first love she'd never gotten over—and his family to our apartment for dinner. I came home carrying Leo's urn, ready to confront her. Instead, she tossed my luggage into the hall. "We have guests, and we're out of rooms. Go stay somewhere else for a few days."

And that love feels like a cliff I’m standing on the edge of, wind pushing me forward, no idea if there’s ground below or just the fall. We don’t talk about the rules. We don’t talk about the contract ashes. We don’t talk about Theo or the photos or the almost-leaving. We just… exist. By night, we swim in the pool under the stars. Salt water because it’s infinity edge to the ocean. I float on my back, bump breaking the surface like a small island. He swims up behind me. Hands under my back, holding me up. I close my eyes. Let him hold my weight.

I dined alone in the restaurant. My stomach was full, but my heart felt hollow. When I returned home, I printed the divorce papers. I was just about to sign them when my phone vibrated. Josie Law sent me a screen recording of a video call. In the video, she and Xander Christian were standing on the deck of a luxury cruise ship. On the other end of the line were their friends cheering with admiration. "A trip to Antartrica? That costs at least 100 thousand! Xander had never once taken Josephine on even a 10-thousand-dollar trip, right?"

CHAPTER TWENTY — TIDES AND TESTIMONIES The last day of their seaside escape greeted them with a sky washed clean after night rain, pale blue and brushed with thin streaks of silvered clouds. The ocean was lively today—higher tides, bolder waves, a song a little wilder than the lullabies it sang the nights before. Yara stepped onto the porch first, tugging her fleece tighter against her arms. “The sea is in a mood,” she said.

RYDER. My arms trembled as I held myself above her, muscles burning. Each breath dragged through my chest as if I'd been running for miles. The mate-bond thrummed beneath my ribs—not the gentle hum from before, but something deeper now. Insistent. Alive. I eased myself down and rolled to the side, but I couldn't let the space open between us. Wouldn't. I pulled Briella against me, and her head settled over my heart as if she'd been doing it for years. Like this wasn't the first time. Like we hadn't just crossed a line we could never uncross.

I need a girl like you, yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah I need a girl like you, yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah I need a girl like you I spent last night on the last flight to you (ey ya) Took a whole day up trying to get way up, ooh We spent the daylight trying to make things right between us But now it's all good, babe Roll that back wood, babe And play me close, yeah 'Cause girls like you run 'round Everyone was now singing along and dancing. My brother now had her in his arms and they look deep into their eyes. Flynn wraps his arms around me and I giggle. "I love you"he whispers "I love you too",I whisper back and we continue to look at my brother and the love of his l

To feel the strength of the tides to hit me . Don't get me wrong. I am not suicidal. I am not that weak. Moon Goddess sent me to this world. And only she has the right to call me back at the time she wants. I would never go against her plans. Dipping my feet further. I get up. Opening my arms to feel the water reach my knees. The intensity of the wave rising. Just a little more. Closing my eyes. Trying to balance in the waving water. I was living the best moments of my life.

Brian shrugged. "I'm hungry," Sam said, eyeing the range of cafes and restaurants lined in front of us. "How about lunch and then we'll got to the beach?" Jake asked from inside the car. He was probably hungry too. "Yeah," We all agreed. There was this restaurant called Beach Side Bomb which served some delicious seafood. Seeing the hungry boys, I knew we were going to be here for a while. *** After an hour, we were at the beach. It was past three in the afternoon.

Surely? The waves, started to become fiercer, which meant I was definitely approaching the shore. I just needed to get through this next bit alive, and I would make it. From the direction of the current it felt like the tide was likely going in. This was going to be to my advantage. When our parents had taken us on holiday, they’d taught us how the tides work. Jack of course had been too young, but I remembered my dad telling me how the tide coming in carried items with it. If I let go, there was every chance I would simply arrive on the shore.