I Am But One Novels & Stories

As soon as the chorus hit, the crowds sang along with me. This is who I am This is who I am You cannot change me This is who I wanna be What an irony, I thought. This is not what I want—this is not me. But I have to keep going. This is who I am This is who I am I will always stay true to myself And be me

Yes, baby, You are the ONE; the only ONE. ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ I just can't finish it. Both of them start clapping like crazy fans. Yeah, both of them are crazy fans of IKha.

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.

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.”

Clap, clap, clap. I heard three claps from behind me, and in front of me, stood a boy no older than me, a smile on his face. There and then, even The Harbinger of Doom, the demon resident in me felt a wave of unimaginable power. I knew who this being was, as there was only one other being in the whole universe, who could make me quake like this. Baèl, The Eternal One

The moment before judgment lands. Not pain. Not fear. But selection. Nathan whispered my name one last time. But it sounded far away. And I realized something terrifying Whatever I said next… would become permanent. The system was waiting. The mates were waiting. Even Nathan was waiting. For definition. My lips parted. And I whispered “I am” And the world shattered again.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

Existence demands me. I'm returning. To one reality. To one life. To one chance. Not as infinite versions. Not as merged collective. Not as eternal being. Just as Aurora. Mortal. Temporary. Vulnerable. Human. Real. I'm going home. Not forever. Just for now. And now is enough. Has to be enough. Will be enough. I'm alive again. In one reality. With one Kai. One Damon. One Zephyr. One Erebus. One Luna. One Hope. One family. One life. One love. One chance.