More Than Once Novels & Stories

I had a new name and a new life in a new city. To fix my past regrets of quitting school, I went back to college. While walking on campus, someone tapped my shoulder. "Sophia, is that you?" My heart jumped, and I started to panic, but when I turned around, it was a man I did not know. "Do we know each other?" I asked, unsure. "I'm Brandon. We went to the same college before you left." "Oh, right. Sorry, I just didn't remember you at first."

Silence pour‌ed betw‍een them, dense and suffocating. As the car ro‌lled thro⁠u‍g‍h the estate gates, Lucas fina⁠lly spoke, his tone‍ clip‍ped, unaffected. “We⁠ have a fligh‌t to catch. The honey‌moon wasn’t⁠ optional.” ⁠ Evelyn‌ swallowed. Her ha‍nds‍ twisted toget⁠h‍er o⁠n her lap. “Yes… I u⁠nderstand.”

It was better than letting her feelings rise. “I didn’t even do anything,” she whispered. “I walked next to him. That’s it.” Kennedy sat cross-legged on the edge of the couch. “This place doesn’t care what you did. They just need something to feed on. And Zane Carter? He’s prime meat.” Maya let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her hand trembled slightly around the cup. “I can’t go through this again.” Kennedy’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been through this before?”

Why did these reminders keep haunting me? I thanked Mrs. Daldwin, plastering on a smile. “I need to leave now. My boss sent an email I must respond to.” “Who knows when you’ll visit again. I really want us to discuss the book when you’re done.” She frowned jokingly. I smiled, retreating slowly, praying she’d just wave goodbye. But after a few steps, she called again. “Mira, how is he?” I bit my lip, regretting not leaving sooner. “Very good, very good,” I said quickly, about to repeat it when she cut me off.

He recited the same sentence over and over again. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm home.

I said through gritted teeth, but he didn’t. He pressed against me, his hand pressed onto my lower back, sending waves down my spine. “Will you think of him while I fuck you later too?” “That’s not happening again.” “The fucking or the thinking about him part?” I swallowed again, hands clenched as I bit down on my inner cheek. “We were only supposed to do it once, and you know it.” “Yes, we did. But one time turned into two, then three, then six times in one night… then…should I keep going?”

I got all the answers of my stupid questions. Liam stayes silent and carried me to my room and tucked me inside the bad as if I was a baby or something, when he left the room, I can still feel my fast heartbeat, my whole face was red as tomato. First the kiss and now him carrying me, and not to mention tucking me in bed. Oh GOD it's too much to take in one day. I have never drunk so much in my life. I have only drunk once. And it was only ONE glass. I don’t know how I react when I am drunk. I went inside the bedsheet and slept to avoid all the problems or mistakes I might have done tonight.

Whitney remained silent. Nine months later,, Whitney one more push. You are almost there. The doctors encouraged her. She had already pushed countless times .She was sweaty and tired already. " Mmmmmmm!" She pushed so hard this time.She took a deep breath and pushed again this time crying so loud. " Oooh! It hurts " She said, " One more time " The doctor said Whitney pushed, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks when she heard the cry of her little baby.

I had probably given him an extra reason to leave. But surprisingly he stayed. “How often do they have this?” I asked after the silence stretched on too long. It must be annoying for him as well, I felt ashamed. But I had to keep up appearances. “Bonfires?” He asked as he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit it. I nodded. He sighed. “Not too many. Not anymore, at least. There were times it used to be four times a month, right now it's just once a month” His voice faltered, obviously thinking over what I had just said.

the same man who was supposed to be a foe but who he gave a chance to take me like this. “Fuck! It’s going to be quick the first time.” I licked my lips when he said ‘The first time’ Does that mean we can go more than once? I wanted it to be more than one time. Once will never be enough. “Does that mean we are going more than once?” I asked to be sure. “Yeah, he said I could take my time and I plan on using that time well. Are you sure you can take me?”