More Than Once Novels & Stories

I didn't. "For what it's worth," he said, quiet, close now, "I don't think this happens twice. Whatever this actually is between us — I've been trying to find the right words for it for months, and I keep landing on the same thing. Once in a lifetime. That's what this is. That's what you are." I felt the words land somewhere I hadn't fully guarded in a long time. "Once in a lifetime," I repeated, testing the shape of it, finding that it fit exactly as well as he'd made it sound. "Yeah. I think that's right."

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The one that was waiting on the other side of the door that closed. The one I chose. The one I would choose again. And again. And again. Every time.

The words echoed like a brand burned beneath my skin: Moonchild. My ribs pulsed. Once. Twice. Hard. What’s happening?

I had been with Marcus Hale for eight years. I gave him two children, but his heart had always belonged to another she-wolf. When my cousin, his first love, returned to the pack, I finally realized it was time to end things. I went to the pack's administration office to file the paperwork to leave the pack. But the moment I stepped inside, I heard Marcus's voice. "The pack anniversary banquet is next month. That dress fits you perfectly." Then a she-wolf replied, sounding hesitant, "But that gown belongs to the Luna. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to wear it?"

"The floor is clean, Mr. Sterling. Move your vehicle if you want the bay re-waxed." Vance let out a dry, harsh laugh, his jaw ticking violently as his territorial instincts flared. He stepped forward, his massive frame completely crowding Adrian’s space, his large hand coming down heavy on the wooden mop handle, snapping the thick wood in half with a single, raw twist of his fingers. The broken pieces clattered loudly against the concrete floor.

They had their fill and set out to leave. "Have fun." Alexis yelled. Carson gave her a look to keep quiet. The car was already waiting, it was ready to be driven by its owner. The drive was a little long. Margaret couldn't curb her curiosity, "So how many girls have you been with since when I've gone?” Carson sniffed, "I've been with several women." Margaret was a little shocked. Carson realized he wasn't supposed to say that so he changed it to, "I was just joking, you should have known me by now."

Another text comes in from the pest. Vincent: I can give it to you if you like. Just let me see her. Just once. Vincent: Please. The issue is, once won’t be enough. If you live more than a decade believing someone is dead, once is not enough. The first time all you will be able to do is stare. The second time, the shock will be less but you only begin to grasp it after a third and fourth and fifth and many more visits. Once is never enough.

"Cassandra, I know you're still mad at me, but I've truly learned my lesson. Give me one chance… I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you." I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Then, I pushed him aside. "Mason, we're over. Please respect my choice and don't interfere with my life anymore." I shut the door before he could say another word. With a click of the lock, silence ensued. I thought that might be the end of it, but I underestimated how obsessive he could be. Every day, he sent flowers and gifts as a form of apology. I refused all of them, yet he did not stop. He even rented an apartment near mine just to keep an eye on me.

Gracelyn's Pov Time is passing too fast. If I can just pause the moment then I would. These past few days were one of the happiest days of my life. Greg and I are together now and we are happy. At first, I don't want to take chances with him again . He already hurt me once but it seems that I love him that much. In threw away all my doubts and fully trusted him again. I just wish that he'll not break it again this time.