Oh, no, you don’t.I reach beside me and cover all the buttons on the panel with my hands to hide the illuminated eighteenth-floor button, and then I press every single button between floors ten and eighteen. He glances at the panel, confused. When nurse-in-training Tate Collins moves in with her brother temporarily, she never expected to meet Miles Archer—a striking, blue-eyed, unpredictable boy whose presence fills an entire room. Despite his desultory attitude, she was able to see feeling and pain and secrets behind the stormy blue of his eyes. There was more to him than he led on and she couldn’t help but be drawn to him. But love was impossible for Miles. It could never happen. It shouldn’t. Miles defines complexity. A well-worn armor masks emotions, hides a past. We get to know him gradually, moment by moment. Upon first meeting him, he seems hardened, callous, uncaring, but we also get the sense that he’s been through something life-changing. Life-taking. Because now, in the present, he seems bereft of it. Living but not really living. Numb and simply going through the motions.

Six years earlier Ian knows. I had to tell him. After the first week of school, he knew everything became Rachel. Rachel knows Ian knows. Rachel knows he won’t say anything. I give Rachel my room when she moves in, and I take the spare bedroom. My room is the only spare bedroom with its own bathroom. I want Rachel to have the better room. “Do you want this box in here?” Ian asks Rachel. Rachel asks what it is, and he tells her it’s all her bras and underwear. “I thought maybe I should just go ahead and put it in Miles’s room.” Rachel rolls her eyes at Ian. “Hush,” she tells him. He laughs. He likes that he’s in on such a private thing. That’s why he would never tell. He knows the power of secrets. Ian leaves after all the boxes are unloaded. My father passes me in the hallway and pauses. His pause means I should pause, too. “Thank you, Miles.” Rachel tells me thank you. Like she wasn’t the one who created this. Rachel is crazy. “I love him so much, Miles,” she says. She’s still crying. “I love him so, so much.” “I love him, too,” I tell her. I touch him. I want to hold him, but I want her to hold him even more. She looks beautiful holding him. Rachel looks up at me. “Will you please tell me his name now?” I was hoping he would be a boy so I could have this moment. I was hoping I could tell her what her son’s name is, because I know she’ll love it. I hope she remembers the moment she became my everything. Miles is going to show you the way to Mr. Clayton’s class, Rachel. “His name is Clayton.” She begins to sob. She remembers. “It’s perfect,” she says, her words mixed with tears. She’s crying too hard now. She wants me to hold him. I sit on the bed with her and take him. I’m holding him. I’m holding my son. Rachel rests her head on my arm, and we stare at him. We stare at him for so long. I tell Rachel he has her red hair. Rachel says he has my lips. I tell Rachel I hope he has her personality. She disagrees and says she hopes he’s just As Tate and Miles’ relationship deepens, she discovers that there is more to him than she ever imagined. Beneath his cold exterior is a man who has been through more than his fair share of pain and heartache. As Tate begins to understand him, she also begins to understand herself. But when a devastating secret from Miles’ past is revealed, Tate must decide whether to stay with him or walk away.

He’s looking at my cl**vage again when we reach floor ten. “I can help you with that,” he says, nodding toward my suitcase. His voice is nice. I wonder how many girls have fallen for that married voice. He walks toward me and reaches to the panel, bravely pressing the button that closes the doors. is new here. I also want to add, for the sake of all the other guys in the classroom, that Rachel is not theirs. She’s mine. But I don’t say anything. I don’t have to, because the only one who needs to be aware that I want Rachel is Rachel. She looks at me and smiles again, taking the only empty seat, all the way across the room. Her eyes tell me she already knows she’s mine. It’s just a matter of time. I want to text Ian and tell her she isn’t hot. I want to tell him she’s volcanic, but he would laugh at that. Instead, I discreetly take a picture of her from where I’m seated. I send the picture in a message to Ian that says, “She’s gonna have all my babies.” Mr. Clayton begins class. Miles Archer becomes obsessed. ••• I met Rachel on Monday. It’s Friday. I’ve said nothing to her since the day we met. I don’t know why. We have three classes together. Every time I see her, she smiles at me like she wants me to talk to her. Every time I work up the courage, I talk myself down. I used to be confident. Then Rachel happened. I gave myself until today. If I didn’t work up the courage I somehow manage to prop him up against the doorframe to prevent him from falling into the apartment, and then I push the door open farther and turn to get my things. a b "Combined Print & E-Book Fiction". The New York Times. July 28, 2013 . Retrieved December 31, 2022.

New Adult author Colleen Hoover releases novel 'It Ends with Us' ". NY Daily News . Retrieved November 26, 2016. It’s not impossible for it all to have been his truth, but it was definitely unlikely. I have a hard time generally with storylines that seem to include every traumatic event imaginable in a character’s life. Her eyes are sad. My thoughts are sadder. And you can’t fall in love with me. She slowly walks inside, avoiding my gaze as she watches her feet with each step. They’re the saddest steps I’ve ever seen taken. I close the door. It’s the saddest door I’ve ever had to close.On the negative side, I felt that the character of Miles was explored in substantial detail, whereas Tate’s was not. Because of this, it made it hard for me to truly see her as “the one” for Miles. It seemed to me he was always more in love with Rachel. I wrap my purse around my shoulder, but it gets caught on my suitcase handle, so I just let it fall to the floor. I keep my left hand wrapped tightly around the doorknob and hold the door shut so the guy won’t fall completely into the apartment. I take my foot and press it against his shoulder, pushing him from the center of the doorway.

Dwiastuti, Winda; Yamin, Harumi Manik Ayu (July 30, 2020). The Simplification Domestic Violence in Colleen Hoover's It Ends with Us (2016). Atlantis Press. pp.76–81. doi: 10.2991/assehr.k.200729.015. ISBN 978-94-6252-995-3. S2CID 226703846. As they become very physical with each other, the narration alternates between the perspective of Tate in the present and the perspective of Miles from six years earlier, when he was in high school. Ugly Love is a contemporary romance novel, and in this first chapter, we get to see Tate and Miles meet for the very first time. Right away, we know this is going to be a story about their relationship—and we’re hoping we’ll see them get together by the end. 2. PLOT: What is the story really about? I turn off my phone, because I want that to be the last text I receive for the night. I close my eyes. I’m falling, Rachel.I’m hoping things will be different between us now, though. Corbin is twenty-five, and I’m twenty-three, so if we can’t get along better than we did as kids, we’ve got a lot of growing up left to do. Now, when analyzing any opening chapter, whether it's from a published novel or a messy first draft, the first thing I look for is a glimpse of the big picture. So, what is this story really about? That concludes this Ugly Love summary, character guide, review, and readalikes. Related Colleen Hoover Posts When Rachel gets pregnant, they tell their parents, only to learn their parents have secretly gotten married and they are now step-siblings. Their parents are unhappy with them, but as Rachel’s due date approaches, they have graduated high school, are living in college housing for families, and are mending their family strife. asked them as much as I love asking them.” I look down at my shoes, crossing one foot over the other. “What do you think would make a man never want to experience love again?” Cap doesn’t answer my question for at least five floors. I eventually look at him, and he’s looking right at me, his eyes narrowed, producing even more wrinkles between them. “I suppose if a man lived through the ugliest side of love, he might never want to experience it again.” I contemplate his answer, but it doesn’t help much. I don’t see how love could get ugly enough for a person to just shut himself off from it completely. The elevator doors open to the twentieth floor, and I let him step off first. I walk with him to his apartment door and wait for him to open it. “Tate,” he says. He’s facing his door, and he doesn’t turn around to finish his sentence. “Sometimes a man’s spirit just ain’t strong enough to withstand the ghosts from his past.” He opens his apartment door and walks inside. “Maybe that boy just lost his spirit somewhere along the way.” He closes his door and leaves me attempting to decipher even more confusion.

Contents chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten chapter eleven chapter twelve chapter thirteen chapter fourteen chapter fifteen chapter sixteen chapter seventeen chapter eighteen chapter nineteen chapter twenty chapter twenty-one chapter twenty-two chapter twenty-three chapter twenty-four chapter twenty-five chapter twenty-six chapter twenty-seven chapter twenty-eight chapter twenty-nine chapter thirty I’m learning that no matter how difficult a situation is, people learn how to adapt to it. My dad and her mom may not approve, but they’ll adapt. Rachel may not be ready to be a mom, and I may not be ready to be a dad, but we’re adapting. It’s what has to happen. If people want peace within themselves, it’s necessary. Vital, even. ••• “Miles.” I love my name when it comes out of her mouth. She doesn’t waste it. She only says it when she needs something. She only says it when it needs to be said. “Miles.” She said it twice. She must really need something. I roll over, and she’s sitting up in bed. She looks at me, wideeyed. “Miles.” Three times. “Miles.” Four. “It hurts.” Shit. I jump out of bed and grab our bag. I help Rachel change clothes. I help her to the car. She’s scared. I might be more scared than she is. I hold her hand while we drive. I tell her to breathe. I don’t know why I tell her this. Of course, she knows to breathe. I don’t know what else to tell her. I feel helpless. Maybe she wants her mom. “Do you want me to call them?” She shakes her head. “Not yet,” she says. “After.”Colleen Hoover". The Book Pusher. Archived from the original on September 5, 2014 . Retrieved July 10, 2014.