And You Are The Only One Novels & Stories

"You are not a gold digger, if there is anyone who stole anything that is me. I stole you from you. You are mine now. Not your own now." "You belong to me."

She said to me and I can't help but to pout at her. "Don't tell my mom. I just hate it when someone told a person that they are not beautiful. What gives them the right?" I reasons out. "Yeah but everyone is entitled to their opinion cuz. It's not like it bothers me!" "Hahaha.. not bothers you? You cally yourself not beautiful. And tell me is it good?" I asked her. "Cuz I am just accepted the fact nothing more!" She said and I can't help but to feel pity of her. Whoever said that to my cousin will suffer from me. I will make way to find out about it. And they will pay for the price for giving my cousin a low self esteem! 🤬🤬🤬

It's a heavy burden to bear. I can still remember my grandfather's voice, though. His words, "Money can't control everything. It is the heart that knows everything," echo in my mind. I wish he were still here, to guide me, to help me find my own way. But he's gone, and I'm left to navigate this treacherous path on my own.

I won't let you use me anymore. -Elenor, you're the love of my life, and I won't give up on you! Tears stream down my cheeks. When did I become so weak!? Why do I melt at the words thrown in the wind by a stranger!? -Well, if you love me as you say, don't get close to me anymore! -You can't ask me that, he says through clenched teeth. -That's what I want. -Until your memory comes back, I won't stay a second away from you. Got it?

the third voice said, a bit more gently, “she tops the charts too. She just needs to believe it. Girl’s got talent.” That was enough. Ava quietly slipped out, walked back to her desk, and tried to shake it off. But their voices followed her ringing in her ears, stubborn and clinging. She hated being shy. Hated how it made her blend in when all she wanted was to stand out. However, the third person's words gave her solace, settling in her chest like a tiny anchor. It didn't fix everything but knowing someone out there was rooting for her strengthen her resolve in winning the competition.

Alive. “One…”

said Gaby Clark held both of Gaby’s cheeks. “I know Dylan. I would rather have him kiss you than some other man, lest I get into a fight,” said Clark. “Another thing, you’re in love with me, aren’t you?” Gaby said, “Of course. You’re my one and only, one and only you!” said Gaby, who even sang the hymn of Your Song. “Geez, you make me fall for you repeatedly!” said Clark.

“Don’t tell me I’m the only one.” You aren’t.

Not anyone. Only me.

"YOU!" "YOU!"