I Am But One Novels & Stories

Mother flinched as she saw me. "Vera… you—You’re still here?" I said nothing. Just grabbed my bag and walked into the night—into the cold air and the arms of the moon. Vespa stirred again. We were never one of them, Vera. But we are not alone. I tilted my face skyward, letting the night wind carry my scent far from that house. From the pack that never truly saw me. From the mate who never chose me. Let them keep their false bonds. I would forge my own.

“… Okay, wait, what does that even mean? Where am I going? Who am I saying goodbye to? And why does he get to carry the pain? Why can’t we split it? It’s not like I’m allergic to feelings.” He just smiled. I had no idea I sounded hilarious to make other-me smile. "If they get their hands on you, the world as you know it will be ruined. Everyone, including your family, will cease to exist. Including him. You must avoid the Evil One at all costs. But, no matter what, always stay with him." I stared at other-me. "Listen. You keep saying ‘him’ like I already have a manual for this. Him who? My boss? The random guy who sells buns outside Simone’s apartment? Please be specific, because I am not sm

My body is a stone. I am broken. But I am still here. One day left. I let the darkness take me. Tomorrow, the Queen rises from the dead.

“The ever-reigning supreme being who will ensure you keep getting claimed, over and over, until all you can think about is me.” My breath stutters, my vision swimming. What the fuck…?

It echoed mechanically before fading into nothing. "I hear it," Aurora confirmed as she drew her knife. Her body was filled with fear, but gripping the knife kept her from losing control. "Who are you?" Zan called bravely into the darkness. He dug his nails into his thigh to fight the fear that plagued the air. "I am someone…everyone…no one…that one." The voice cackled, reverberating off the trees and filtering, distorted, through the leaves. "I am the-the-the-THE one!"

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing

she gulped, swallowing her saliva. “No one can bring you down, baby. No, not today or ever.” She was still talking to herself. Then she started chuckling as if a funny thought crossed her mind. It was hilarious. That moment when she ran her fingertips on that shiny surface as if touching another person found on the other side. “Are you my twin? Do you wish to be as beautiful as this woman standing in front of you?” She was definitely asking herself. “You wish, bitch! You don’t stand a chance. Because I am the only one in this world. I am the one and only,” she declared.

White scraps of paper fluttered down from the air as though they were mocking my loneliness and disgrace. It felt as though an invisible hand had wrapped tightly around my heart, squeezing it until I could no longer breathe. I broke down, feeling like countless sharp knives were slashing into my body, carving invisible wounds that bled without leaving a trace. When I finally came back to my senses, I looked at my numb expression reflected in the mirror and let out a bitter laugh. It did not matter anymore. After all, I was just someone not meant to be loved. After I finished packing, I pushed the door open. Camelia stood there, panting with one hand braced against the doorframe. Our eyes met

The back of the photo said, "For Elise." After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond. Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore. ... I mindlinked Lucian. No matter how busy he was, he would answer my mindlinks in seconds and then ask in a gentle mental voice, "What's wrong with my Luna?" But that time, I made a total of twenty-three mindlinks before he answered my call. There was a noise on the other side, followed by his friends' teasing:

I gripped her rough, warm hand tightly and led her into the spotlight. Paolo froze for a beat. "And this is?" I raised the microphone, and my voice rang through the entire hall. "This is the family I chose for myself. We're not bound by blood, but by the warmth of our souls." The whole auditorium fell dead silent for a single second. Then, the applause that erupted nearly lifted the roof. I glanced sideways and saw Isabella desperately trying to hide her face behind my shoulder, yet her hand clung to mine with a strength that surprised me.