One Last Time Novels & Stories

'Cause all of my life, I've waited for this day. To find that once in a lifetime, this is it, I'll never be the same. You'll never know what it's taken me to say these words. And now that I've said them, they could never be enough. As far as I can see, there's only you and only me. xiana kissed kino's forehead so kino closed his eyes as he continued to sing and play the guitar. This is the last time I'll fall in love. Last time i'll fall in love.

The last fragment of hope inside me vanished. I was finally, completely done.

Jenny’s thoughts returned to wondering who this man could be? “Cole?” The old man asked again. The mystery man looked up only just realising he was at the café. “Oh um. Vanilla Latte. Medium.” He turned around and walked out of the café still focusing on his phone. Rude Jenny thought as she jutted away on the screen. “Won’t be long Mr Sanders. I’ll just get your danish.” The order dockets printed as Mr Sanders tapped him Amex card on the little machine next to the till.

"It would have been a few months Troy and we were getting married but you just wasted it and all my dreams for you as well. You just wasted my sincere love and affection for you. But before that, I would like to clarify our relationship status before it last. " "I can no longer handle the weight I feel in my heart so I will decide to be alone in life. I'm sorry to tell you Troy that I'm going to break up with you now. I hope you'll find the right person for you and expect this to be our last conversation. I wanna say goodbye, Troy," my last word to Troy before I dropped the call. I didn't prolong my conversation with Troy and I dropped the call. I just ended my relationship with Troy so tha

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

"The past is in the past. The present is the present." "But you said that as long as I cared about you and liked you even a little, you'd wait for me forever. Now, you're the only one in my heart. Please, give me one more chance, alright?" By the end, Nelson's voice was practically cracking. Sinead said nothing. She simply took all the letters from his hands. Then, right in front of his disbelieving eyes, she tore those letters to shreds. "Alright. Everything's gone. There's no more connection between us anymore. Please don't come and bother me again."

A scream tore from her throat—so raw and broken that it pierced Vincent’s very soul. He lunged forward, desperately clawing at the chains while roaring out for her name. “Camela!” Her hand stretched out weakly toward him, trembling and stained with blood as she muttered, “Vincent…” The ghost whispered ominously close to him, right into his ear: “Next time she calls your name…it will be the last sound you'll ever hear.” Suddenly, the floor split open once more. Vincent and Camela plunged into darkness—screams and whispers colliding around them.

"I don't listen to most of them." He smiled again. That same cold smile from the sidewalk. It did not reach his eyes. "You should listen to me." "And why is that?" "Because I'm the only thing standing between you and a shallow grave." The words hung in the air between them. They were quiet, almost conversational, as if he had just commented on the weather. But Zara heard the weight beneath them. The promise. The warning. She took a step back. Her hip hit the edge of the desk where she kept her lesson schedule and her half-empty cup of tea and the photograph of her mother that she could not bring herself to throw away. The teacup rattled. She steadied it with a trembling hand.

I will, Adrian. My last memory of you… I would never forget it.

It’s funny how I never realized the importance of Elara in my life until it was too late—funny how I never allowed Cora to call me Dad, but that’s all I’m dying to hear now. Just one last time. One last time, I wish my daughter would call for me. One last time, I wish my wife would wait for me to come home. One last time, I wish we all could sit together and have a happy meal. One last time, I wish I could kiss my wife and make sweet love to her. Too bad I can’t have these things anymore. No matter how badly I wish I could turn the cl