It's One Of Us Novels & Stories

Their presence felt good but their over possessiveness was suffocating. 'What am I doing... It feels like I will go crazy, I am going all romantic and erotic with these men who threatened me to lock in their mansion... Everything is so messy, they are hybrids and honestly I don't even know the exact meaning of it or what they are capable of. And I am their mate, but how can a human be someone's mate...

“You’re late.” “You didn’t tell me you were coming,” Kennedy said, throwing him a glance. “We were supposed to do this together.” “I got impatient.” Maya stared at them both. “Wait—what is this?” “An intervention,” Kennedy said, tossing the bag onto the table. “We’re not letting you ghost the world because of some mean girls and a bad photo.” “I didn’t ask for your help,” Maya snapped. Kennedy’s eyes softened. “I know. But I’d want someone to show up for me if it happened.”

My first day at work didn’t go at all how I imagined. I had pictured a fresh start, maybe a new chance to put my past behind me and move forward with something meaningful. But life had other plans. Too many things were uncovered—secrets I hadn’t prepared myself for. Wounds I thought were long buried were suddenly ripped open without warning. And in the chaos of it all, I came to realize something painfully raw: maybe life isn’t about having everything, or being everything... maybe it’s just about having that one person—just one—you can fully trust and rely on without fear. Someone whose presence makes the storm bearable.

I can't focus when my study place is quiet, I want to study when there are people or noise around me. "Klirro, long time no see!" A guy approached him. He was a familiar artist, he was the one always portrayed to be a villain but a good guy in person. Klirro gave him a small hug as he smiled, the man also looked in my direction as he waved. "Maru? Is that you?" He asks and I just nod for an answer.

Not yet. In this moment, there are no threats. No Elias. No Grace. No looming war. There’s just us. And for the first time in what feels like lifetimes… We are truly, wholly one.

“Let us remind you, we are the First Ones. We are before you were. Our word is law. The hybrid will die and there’s nothing you can do about it.” **********

Evelyn had been about to go to bed after freshening up. Just as she finished drying her hair, someone knocked on her door. She froze for a moment, then instinctively opened it. Standing at the door, Sophie pressed her lips tightly together, her usually relaxed expression uncharacteristically serious. "Evelyn, you're trending on the domestic hot search." As she spoke, she handed her phone to Evelyn. On the screen, several trending topics had Matteo's name in them. One of them stood out.

"What if I'm the one for you? And you're the one for me?’’ Nick said. I tilted my head to the left. "What?" "If you are the one, then us meeting here is fate." I felt confused at what he was talking about. "Buy a house with a fireplace. This is the first I've seen your face, but there's a chance we are soulmates. I know this might sound crazy." "Nick, are you ok?" I almost stuttered.

"Check out William Gavin on social media! The guy who swore he'd never get married just said he wants to tie the knot!" I was in the middle of frantically applying scar cream on my stomach when my hand froze. With trembling fingers, I quickly opened my feed. Sure enough, William had posted just five words, "I want to get married." And because of those five words, the group chat went wild. "No way! Did Whitney Spencer actually manage to convince him to marry her? Don’t tell me she’s pregnant again and using it to force his hand?"

"We?" I furrow my eyebrows at him. Did he just say we? Our? Again I'll say, What the freaking hell is going on?! "Yes," He nods his head, "We. Kaysen and I." "Wait. Hol'up hol'up, let me understand this," I wave my hands as I sit up straight. I use my fingers to point at myself then at them as I speak. " You want me," I point at myself, " To date the two of you. At the same time." They nod.