The World Between Us Novels & Stories

Maureen nudged her. Aria laughed. “Yes, we’re friends now. Not that close though.” “I feel offended. I thought we were close now.” A voice spoke from behind and both girls looked back. It was Matteo. “Here, you left your book.” Matteo said and handed the book over to her. “You’re Maureen, right?” Matteo said, his right hand stretched out for a handshake. “I guess I’m quite popular. Nice to meet you, Matteo. Aria here was just saying nice things about you, so I believe both of you are quite close now.” Maureen said, taking the gesture.

The rest of the world disappeared, leaving only us behind. Only the impossible, beautiful certainty that somehow—against all odds, despite every obstacle—the Goddess had chosen perfectly. The bond hummed between us, sealing something that had always been inevitable. 'Mine,' Axel growled, satisfied at last. 'Ours,' I corrected silently. And for the first time in longer than I could remember, everything felt exactly right.

The world didn't end. The office lights didn't flicker out. The building didn't collapse into a pile of dust and regret. In the quiet sanctuary of Damian's office, with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, the universe felt so perfectly, beautifully small. The whispered "I do" had been a confession, a surrender, a final, reckless leap into the unknown. It had been an act of faith. And in the moments that followed, with the city lights twinkling below them like a thousand shattered promises, it felt like the most right thing in the world. He had pulled her into his arms, a silent, profound relief washing over his face, and for a few blissful minutes, all the questions, all the fear, and

Maybe it could start in silence. Final Line: In the quiet between what was and what will be, the world finally remembered how to breathe — and so did we.

You humiliated her in front of the entire world. Leon closed his eyes. Another swallow from the bottle. Bigger this time. The world tilted. His chest tightened, breath uneven. He didn’t reply. He couldn’t. Instead, he powered his phone off. Dark screen. Silence. He lifted the bottle again. Felicity lay curled on her side, knees tucked tightly to her chest. The room was swallowed in darkness except for the thin spill of streetlight leaking through the curtains. She felt drained, like something important had been pulled out of her and left her behind.

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

That name crashed onto my head like a meteor hitting the ground. The world around me went blurry for a moment. I stepped forth and grabbed Tim's arm, clawing half a dozen creases on the fabric. My voice nearly cracked as I demanded, "Are you sure Cece can't talk? Is Zoe the only person who can help her?" A hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes. It was nearly imperceptible, but I saw it. Tim quickly gave the back of my hand a soothing caress. "I understand where you're coming from, but can you set your prejudice aside for Cece?"

I let the low melody of the music playing over the radio invade the sepulchre of that moment, after all, that's what we looked like. Two dead people. The harmony of What's Left from Three Doors Down resonated ironically, almost like a punch of truths scattered through every word Brad Arnold sang. "It's time for me to let you go, that's what we have to do. It's time to give this up, I think we already knew that. There's nothing left for us to talk about, there's nothing left to prove." Perfect timing, isn't it? Life is a succession of debauched events that play out right in front of you, leaving you only to accept that perhaps nothing can be done except accept the rules of the game.

I stepped out of the bathroom to find Aakash already putting his seatbelt on. I looked out of the window where i saw a glimpse of glaciers and mountains covered in snow. I felt intrigued as to what this place might be. Soon the planed landed on the runway and i read out a huge billboard at the end of the runway which has a family picture. It read, Welcome to Finland. ******************************************************************** So are you guys ready to enjoy in Finland with Aakash and Ananya. So let me warn you beforehand that the next chapter is going to be very romantic and hot. I hope you guys are enjoying my book till now.

From: Megan Adams To: Scarlett Hudson You know how I always believed that there was good in this world, that the universe had a way of ultimately making things okay. Well, guess what? The universe finally proved me wrong. There is no balance. There is no justice in this world. Bad, unspeakable things happen to people who have done absolutely nothing to deserve them. Sometimes things get taken from you, things you can never get back. Men are despicable, vile creatures Scarlett. Don't trust them. Don't trust anyone.