One Last Time Novels & Stories

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

I even started humming as I thought about it. When Jason came home to grab something and saw me like that, he seemed even happier. "It's rare to see you not giving me any attitude, Ida. How about I take you to see the aurora the day after tomorrow? It's a once-in-a-hundred-year event, and they say wishes made there come true!" I looked up at him and agreed. I hoped for an easy finish for this last stretch. I did not want him to get suspicious and make things harder. Maybe he had even forgotten about it himself. The address was sent to me later by his personal assistant.

This was all Adam and I had managed to do with all our strength. Casper was indeed drawn over and walked to the door as if he was being guided by something else, just in time to hear Sydney say to her daughter. "And the last time I made you frame that witch, I clearly told you to fall harder! But in the end, all you had was a minor fracture!

, and he exuded such energy that it was hard to absorb. I didn't even realize how much time had actually passed when he spoke about another pause: “So... now from a slightly different barrel. We decided on one cover today at the last minute, so I really hope you enjoy it. It's the last song of the night. Surely you all like Limp Bizkit?" The crowd cheered. And I suspected betrayal.

She was trying to hold back her disappointment with his goodbye. "Well, I guess this is our last night. So... Maybe we can chill somewhere. No talking of problems and goodbyes. Just pure fun! Are you in?" Hanna was trying to maximize the night with her stranger friend. Just pure fun and just enjoy the night with him for the last time.

I sαid quickly‚ my voice low but urgent‚ “tαke it out.” He didn’t even flinch. “Let me stαy like this for α while‚” he murmured αgαinst my hαir‚ his breαth wαrm on my eαr. “I’ve got some minutes left before eleven.” I stiffened α little becαuse I wαsn’t comfortαble with it‚ not right now‚ but I stαyed αnywαy‚ my mind αlreαdy trying to push the words out thαt I hαd been rehearsing in my heαd for hours. “Ryαn‚” I stαrted slowly‚ keeping my voice steαdy‚ “this… this is the lαst time‚ okαy? I meαn it. You shouldn’t bother visiting me αgαin. Let’s just end this here αnd now.”

The words landed in the middle of a silent room, and I stood there for a long moment absorbing them, waiting for him to take it back, waiting for some flicker of the boy from the park bench to resurface and undo what he'd just said, and when nothing came, when he just stood there, exhausted and resolute and unwilling to reach for me even as I felt myself breaking apart in front of everyone we knew, I understood that this time, whatever we'd started rebuilding really was over. "Okay," I said, and my voice came out steadier than I felt, some last reserve of dignity holding me together long enough to get the word out. "Okay. I hope that's actually true, and not just something you'll regret tomo

Don’t waste my time. “Your thoughts are not what this is for.” That made me laugh. A fractured, arid, solemn noise. Is that a fact? Because from the spot where I happened to be standing, it looked like you kissed her. Go on then, what am I to think? “Please,” he said, his voice was unravelling. “Just meet with me. One last time.” One last time. Somewhere deep within, the words hit. Somewhere already torn open. I must have stopped with talking.

He took a sharp step around the edge of the table, cutting off her path. “Claire. Please.” She stopped, her body freezing, but she didn't look back at him. Ethan lowered his voice, the raw desperation completely shattering his CEO composure. “I never... I never wanted things to end between us like this. You have to believe me.” Claire closed her eyes tightly for half a second, swallowing down the bitter taste of seven years of wasted loyalty. Then, she turned her head slowly, looking at him one last time. “Neither did I, Ethan.”

A few seconds ago might just be the last hug we shared, this could be the last drink we ever share and this could be the last conversation we were about to have. This could be the last time I ever got to stare into those eyes of hers, the last time I could perceive her favorite perfume even though we were seated across from each other. The last time being so close to her. It was a painful possibility but when has fate ever been a respecter of persons?