A Three Word Short Story Novels & Stories

The Third Side of the Coin This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2021 by InamorataFeels All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights.

Three days. To the rest of Oakhaven, three days was just a blink of an eye—a few sunrises, a few sunsets, and the mundane rhythm of a city that never stopped breathing. But for Zara, these three days had felt like three agonizing centuries. Since the disastrous night at the restaurant, the world had turned gray. The vibrant colors of her ambition had been washed away by the rain that had soaked her to the bone that night.

For as long as we have. Outside the basement Ren brother woke up healthy and strong. He called Ren name with a laugh. Upstairs the world kept turning. But in the basement two men held each other like the world had just begun. Night ten was over. But their story was only starting. Ren kissed Seong forehead and whispered the words he had been too scared to say before. Welcome to forever little demon. Even if it is only three days. I will make them last a lifetime. Seong laughed soft and real. Then he kissed Ren back with everything he had left.

Three slow knocks. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. The room froze. Not again. God. Not again. Fair. The storm was bad enough. Reasonable honestly. Then another knock. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. Then a voice. Faint. Almost impossible to hear above the storm. But everyone heard it. Every single person. Because they recognized it. Especially Thomas. The voice spoke only three words. Three impossible words. Three terrifying words.

The build is quick, and since I'm still sensitive, I climax fast, hoping we can do this over and over again. This Creampie Massage.

Snow fell thick and fast, just like the winter when I left home for her three years ago. Only this time, I sat in a heated car, clutching to recovered locket. Meanwhile, Tanya shuddered in the cold. Those who hurt in love would get their due. No deed would go unseen in the eyes of God. Justice would never be denied.

“You what?!” Amara exclaimed, slamming her palms on the table so hard that the vase almost fell. I winced. We had moved from the bathroom to our tiny kitchen just to talk properly, and honestly, I couldn’t blame her for losing it after hearing the story. I had finally told her what happened a few weeks ago—what I remembered of it—and who probably the father was. “Amara, please,” I urged her, lowering my voice. “Calm down, will you? It’s late. The neighbors might hear us—”

Today was supposed to be our third wedding anniversary. But we had never once celebrated it. Not even enough for me to remember it. I let out a long breath and finally replied to my friend. “He doesn’t need to file for a divorce. We never got our marriage license.” “What? You’ve been married three years, and Kit never made it official?” Her shock nearly blew out my eardrum through the speaker. Yes. The wedding was three years ago, and he had called off registering our marriage seventeen times.

Elisa went stiff, color draining from her face. "Five years. Thirty-three failed weddings. Every 'accident'—his plan. All of it just to get me to walk away." I slid a stack of hospital files across the table. "He thinks marriage is a cage. I'm not dragging him in. Cutting ties is cleaner for both of us." Elisa was shaking, pissed and heartbroken. She remembered every near-death hit I took just trying to say "I do." First time—snipers hit our motorcade. I got shot four times, bled out on the chapel steps.

A tiny mechanical bird sprang out, chirping its cheerful song, "Joy to Emily! Joy to Emily!" Everything was so perfect. I couldn't help thinking, 'Alex, this is it. This is the life I want with you, forever.'