I Am But One Novels & Stories

One bleeding. One broken. One burning. I closed my eyes. If I wasn’t allowed to exist— Then I’d burn down everything that said I couldn’t.

Completely alone. With no one left. Only this bastard inside of me. And that’s where it ends.

All my life, I had begged the heavens, begged for a name, begged for a home. Only now did I understand. A true home is the self. From this day on, whatever struggles may come my way, I stand firmly on my own two feet.

“Give me one reason why I should trust you.” “You are the only person who knows who I am. No one is aware of the fact that Byron chase has a daughter except for you. I am not lying, you are the only one who can help me, please.” Stephanie begged. She did not care if she sounded desperate. Maybe because she really was. She wanted to get away from Britney, from their house, from the place where she was kept like a prisoner for years.

There was only one John I knew, and he was dead, so was this a prank? I quickly excused myself from the customers I had been attending to and pulled Maya away as well. “Which John?” she asked as I explained it to her. “Jess, do you need some rest? You’ve been working all day; I fear it’s beginning to affect your memory,” she teased as always. “Well, there’s only one way to find out if it’s really him or not,” I said, and she rolled her eyes. “John’s dead, Ella. Tell the guard to tell the imposter outside that he should get lost, as simple as that.”

A bitter truth? Ain't I myself an imposter then? Just like everyone?

River blinks, and then he laughs, the sound rich and disbelieving. “Impossible,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “As always, you’re mistaken, Maerilee. I’m your One. Not some—” he gestures vaguely toward the door, “—servant.” I bristle at his dismissal of Akin, my temper flaring again. “You don’t know that. You can’t just decide you’re my One because it’s convenient for you.” He pushes off the wall, stepping closer, and I can see the determination in his eyes.

I didn’t really like the topic he was aiming for, so I wanted to avoid it, and it hurts more because he’s right. “Boy. You see, I’m a gardener, I take care of flowers, I create gardens and they are beautiful creations, just like people, and amidst all that beauty, there are always flaws lingering around them, and it’s my job to prune them out” Mr. Wells starts, sounding like one of those wise men from Harry Potter. Sincerely, I know what he’s saying might be true, or sound reasonable, but right now I need to leave here soon, or I’m gonna be late, and once he starts, it takes hours for his lectures to end.

I am not broken". Emma and I said at the same time. "AhaHhaaahaaa" that witch laughed and then said," If both of you aren't broken than who is the one which is broken. Is it me? Denying the reality doesn't change it but it'll make you feel better". Emma and I looked at each other and then again to that witch. She continued," One is trying to fight with none other than himself and the other is trying to fight her destiny. Oh, it's so interesting. But remember that the fight with your own self is the harder one. Tell me. Why are you both here?"

I should not be too forward " Is it going to hurt "oh God I could do this all day " No... I'm just gonna, um , like finger you once sorta " finger? I'm cool with it I sit on a chair and slowly part my leg. I've never been fingered allmy life but t here right now the person that i have always crushed on is going to finger me. Oh i raise the towel all up to my belly and spread my legs as wide as I can.