One Last Time Novels & Stories

I know that there is already one that is singing with me outside. "Don't even try me baby cause you'll regret it, you've been so pushy lately, no I don't like it. I don't need not problem now, there's nothing to talk about cause what you said when you fool around? No I don't want you around. Baby don't try to even message or call me up, I'm not falling for your fake love!" The last note was kinda loud and I hear some hands clapping so I opened the zipper of my tent. "OMG!" I said when they formed a circle in front of my tent, a jamming night.

A pin-drop silence fell into the room giving the tension scopes to sprout, and then finally Sebastian's voice crushed it into mere pieces, bringing me back to reality from the momentary daze I did not know I'd fallen into. "Okay, now that you have got what you wanted. Spit it out," He looked at me dead in my eyes, "And before you start, get this straight—I want it to be the last time we are going through it. There's not going to be any more one last conversation after this."

Saying, ‘For the last time, let me do this favor. I know I won’t see you again. And even if I’ll miss the little earnest kid who kneels in front of her loved ones grave.. I don’t have the right to stop you from leaving. Please accept this meal as my thanks.. for keeping me company for the past four months, for letting me forget my loneliness.’

After hearing that Elara and I had broken up, my business partner, Julian Hart, laughed and said we should celebrate. We sat at a roadside taco stand, eating tacos and drinking beer. After several rounds, he slung an arm around my shoulders. "Congratulations. You got out of an unhealthy relationship." I gave a bitter smile and clinked my bottle against his. "Even you could tell?" He clicked his tongue. "Anyone with eyes could tell. You were the only one too close to see it."

𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼. "𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃?" 𝙸 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁 𝙵𝙸�

Ricardo Tucci suffered from severe prosopagnosia, constantly mistaking me for my best friend, Ella Henderson. At an antique auction, he won the gem brooch I had coveted for years, only to hand the box to Ella. When I pointed out his mistake, he merely shrugged it off. "It's just a piece of jewelry. Since it suits her, she can keep it." At an exclusive gala, Ricardo walked down the red carpet with Ella on his arm, while I, his actual fiancée, was stopped at the doors, left to endure the humiliating stares of high society. Afterward, his excuse was as careless as ever. "My face blindness got in the way again. Sorry you had to deal with that." On my birthday, he promised to drive us to o

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I raised my voice a little this time. “Oh right. If you had come earlier as planned, you would have gotten all the answers to your questions.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I cast a glance towards Sophie, who wore a delicate smile and acted like she was a fairytale princess. He didn't answer me. Instead, he tapped on his glass loudly and everyone turned toward us. "Friends, family," Daniel began, his voice filling the now quiet room. "Tonight was meant to be an anniversary. But four years is long enough to realize when a mistake has been made. I am officially announcing my intention to divorce Evelyn Hart, effective immediately."

His fiancé. Once. Just tonight. I'll let myself have him for the last time. Maybe that's possible, right? Because I had him first? I was the first. I was the first love of this man. Tonight... I will cave in. I will give myself one last time. Because tomorrow, tomorrow he will return to his true love. And we all know that it's not going to be me. Ever again.

Hugs were exchanged, last-minute reminders given, and promises to call if she needed anything were made. As Alice stood at the door, her hand on the knob, she took one last look at her family. Emma had returned to her sketching, now with Charlie "helping" by scribbling with a crayon. Mark was clearing away the snacks, while her mother sat in the armchair, a wistful smile on her face as she watched her children. "I'll be back soon," Alice said, her voice thick with emotion. Sarah stood up, crossing the room to embrace her daughter one last time. "We'll be here, sweetheart. Go make yourself even more beautiful for tomorrow."