Once Is Not Enough Book Novels & Stories

"Please, I have amounted to nothing so far in my life. Me coming here on a scholarship was one of my biggest accomplishments. And here it was all set up. Who knows if I actually deserved it. Guess I'll never know." "Take it as it is, sweetness. No matter how you got here...you are here. Embrace it. Just now you have to decide what you want to do with all this information." Truer words have never been spoken. We were quiet for a moment and I took it to look over at the counter where we left Rhonda and the ogre. She was waiting on a customer and he had took a sit far enough away to not be able to hear our conversation, but close enough to watch. He looked so intense. And suddenly pissy.

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“Now then, I’ll be going back now, I’ll be seeing you more from now on.” Bathala suddenly vanished and leaving Cillian alone with a flustered face, he now just realizes the amount of fun he’ll be experiencing from now on. “I didn’t know that from having to go on a trip back to our old house that I’ll be able to have a special encounter that will forever change my life. I’ll start exploring and enjoy this new chapter of my life to the fullest!” Chapter one ends~ to be continued

The third book, complete. The practice, as always, continuing. Three books. Thirty-seven years. The record, made visible. Not the end. Complete. The difference matters. She sends it to the publisher the following Tuesday. Then she calls Clara. "It is done," she says. "I know," Clara says. "The sentence on the notepad." "What did you mean by 'this is the one'?" "That the first two books described the practice," Clara says. "This one is the practice. The argument doesn't explain itself from the outside — it enacts itself from the inside. You can feel the thirty-seven years in every page. That is not the same as reading about thirty-seven years."

It was just that love wasn't enough was it? "I think that sometimes it could be multiple things and sometimes it could be nothing." The other girl turned to look at her, and then, "What do you mean?" "I think it doesn't matter, nothing does." "People always make a big deal about this 'thing' that one needs to focus on, this passion that's supposed to be the door to happiness. Meaning that if you don't find that 'thing' then you're doomed. I think that we're gonna be here a long time, the least we should do is try to make the most of this time. Seek happiness itself as opposed to the thing that's supposed to be the key to it." Kayla explained.

Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

It was now lunch time, and the girl was in the office. To her left, Nikolias stood talking to the headmaster. As soon as the headmaster realized, they hadn’t given Cordovia an AP Science book; they walked over with one in hand. Apologizing for the mess from this morning, the headmaster handed the book over. Cordovia didn’t think anything of it, since this was truly her first private school. She was still trying to understand everything that was happening around her. Barely listening, she then felt a hand on her shoulder. Which caused her to jump, only snapping her out of her thoughts.

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.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

You are the only vow I ever made that I never wanted to break. James stormed into the living room the following morning with the book clutched in his hand. "Can I read it?" Amiriam smiled and ruffled his hair. "When you're older." "Why not now?" “Because some things are like seeds,” Luke said from the doorway. “They need time before they make sense.” News of the book spread quickly. Richard was the first to call. “You’ve got guts, Oden,” he said. “Not a lot of people put themselves out there like that.”