I Am The Only One Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to anchor myself but i could still hear the faint cry. Why could no one else hear it? Why was I the only one? What was this— i

And it tears me apart. — "You know, my love…" I whisper to my son. "Mommy… she's all alone now. But don't worry, okay… I'll hold on. For you." My voice trembles. I hate myself for being so weak. But it's the truth. I'm alone. And no one will knock on that door.

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.

"You — please — I belong to you—" "And will you let anyone else touch you?" "No." She shook her head desperately. "No, Damien. Never. I won't — I promise — please—" "Who," he said softly, his lips brushing her jaw, "is the only one who gets to have you?" "You." The word came out like a prayer. "Only you. You and no one else — Damien—" The vibrator roared back to life. His fingers began to move. Hard. Deep. Relentless. His pace climbed and she stopped forming words entirely — there was nothing left but sensation and his name and the headboard rattling above her and the coil inside her pulling so tight she couldn't breathe—

‘So, you’re here alone. I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. ‘In case your billionaire powers of observation have failed you, Portia and Josh are down there. They’re fully formed human beings. I’m not marooned on a desert island.’ ‘You know what I mean.’ I sighed. ‘Fine. If you mean, am I here alone, unattached, tragically single, a pathetic singleton surrounded by a sea of Valentine’s couples, then yes. Congratulations on your deduction. I am alone. Are you happy now?’

the distance between us made me feel like he was looking past me, not at me. "Enough moping," I said aloud. "You are hot. You are going to drink margaritas. You are going to eat a bowl of nachos the size of your head." I snapped a candid of myself in the mirror, posing with one hand on my hip, and shot it across to the Margarita Senoritas group chat. Marissa: FANDANGOS BABY! Cleo: DAMN girl, you are fire! followed by a gif of a woman rising from ashes like a phoenix.

"No man before me. No man during me, and no man after me, Celeste…" His voice filling my head and sending me over the edge that I was sure it won't be long before I exploded all over him again. Suddenly, I can't help but realize one thing. He was right. Aside from him, I never had another boyfriend. He's the only one. He's my first in everything. And I hope he'll be the only one for life. He's the one I want. It will always be him. Even in another life, no matter who comes first, it's only him. He's the only one who owns my heart and soul.

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

They are like trioltri and Remi is the only one who womanizes. As much as I hate to admit it I'm jealous. C'mon you can't blame me. I haven't had a boyfriend all my life talkless of getting fucked because someone would not let me and with Remi as a very hot hot best friend why wouldn't I?. All my friends have boyfriends and girlfriends. I'm the only one left

“Fuck you. I’m not playing any games. Unlike you people, I’m doing an honest job. Don’t ever contact me again.” I ended the call and put my head on my desk. Clearly it had something to do with Ricardo Sanguin. After all, he was the only Italian bloke I knew. My phone beeped indicating a text and I read it while my head was still leaning on the edge of my desk and my view was of my office floor.