I Am But One Novels & Stories

Egy thinks her idol should be in a much better and higher place. “It's funny you asked me why. How do I know!” Arte assume her friend turns out to be silly because blinded by love. “It maybe because he is not comfortable joining a club with lot of member, lazy to be the center of attention can be an excuse. Or don't like getting involved in a club. So he chose Arte's club which is already like another universe.” Anna's alleged theory.

"I'm not. Do you think that I'm looking down on you?" "Well, aren't you?" "I don't particularly see anyone as below me. Contrary to that, I believe I'm the one who's lacking." Santina shakes her head and seems to sour even more. "Please, don't try being all good and humble when you're around me. You don't have to put up a front since we're not even close to your house." "We've been over this. I'm not pretending. I'm not who you think I am. I'm not some great evil you have to watch out for."

Of course, it’s one of the famous songs from his favorite band, Parokya ni Edgar. “I take one step away and find myself coming back to you, My One and Only One and Only You.” He hears the voice singing on the fence between the girl’s apartment and theirs. The beautiful voice intrigued him. It was the first time he had heard someone sing at a friend’s house. Her voice is gorgeous. He wants to hear more than this and to know her. Clark went into the chair just next to the fence and looked over. As there was a light on the lamppost, he could see the woman. She was wearing earphones as she sat on the bench. Her eyes were closed, she wore her pajamas, and her head was still moving as if she enjoy

But then deep down, I am screaming, "But my home is here! My heart is here! He was there, left to sacrifice his life for the world. For me. And for our baby." Tears brimmed in my eyes again but I fought and hold them back as I take the steps of the steel stairs. The sounds of metal and my shoes' contact were loud as if a heavy thing is stepping on the poor metals. Reaching the top stairs and the open door, I take one last look back, only to see the immense space of nothingness. Grey and dull runway.

His pack wasn't going to stay in hiding for long, they had to act fast. "You may not believe me, but all of us in hope and unisim is greater than a thousand fold of them." Myra smiled at him, exposing her dimples cheeks. She knew she was right, and Kendrick knee it too. Maybe the moon goddess didn't really give up on her people, maybe she still watched over them, she was their only hope now. Myra knew that if the people stopped believing the moon goddess exists, then she would sieze to exist. She was formed out of the hope of the people in the full moon, and she needed them to believe the moon goddess was still alive and still cared for them.

Ivy asks. “Give me a moment,” I reply. “Come with me,” I grab her hand and take her to where some of my friends are. “Who are they?" “Some of my friends. Some vampires have special abilities. I, for example, have mind compulsion. My mom has tactile telepathy. Irene can see the future.” I point at Tracy “Tracy, she can make you see anything she wants you to see. Power of illusion,” “Well, that's cool. I wanna try,” she says.

Technically, the bar wasn’t even open in the middle of the afternoon, but since she owned the place, it didn’t really matter. "I’m not getting married anymore." I poured myself a full glass and downed it in one go. The burn of alcohol seared down my throat, and for a moment, my mind wavered. "Whoa, look at you. Such a rebel." Rebel? What did that even mean? "I saw his old chat logs with his friends." I stared at the ice cubes in my glass. The bar’s lights weren’t fully on yet, just the soft glow from the counter reflecting off the amber liquid, rippling like melted gold.

Where are you going to Matteo looking like that? "With you. No one dare messes with my Serena. All for one, one for all. Hey! You're still the boss of Italy, no dog can take that from you" " Thanks. But you ain't coming" " We make a great team" " I can't let you take this Mafia path. It's bloody" " Then let's swim in the bloody pool boss" " Fine." " Good. Now let's get going". " Hey.. you're not the boss of me. I Am The Boss" I smiled.

And as she closed her eyes briefly, leaning into the warmth of human connection, she whispered softly—not as a mantra, not as a shield, but as a statement of survival: “I am here. I am real. I am still me.”

I say explaining my reaction. "Okay" He says pausing for a moment. "Well Imone was a bastard and a dictator. He used to walk around the camp saying 'I'm One" to let everyone know that he is number one. When he was angry everyone steered clear of him. He loved to use his fist on others where no one else could see. It made breathing very difficult if you were the one he used them on" he pauses once more I believe waiting for my reaction. Unable to speak I trail my fingers along his arm, and they tighten around me as he continues.