One More Step Novels & Stories

Why would I compromise on it for these people who did not matter? I waved away the glass. “Who said I don’t like you? I simply don’t care about you either way. It’s all a misunderstanding. Still, I can’t drink right now for health reasons.” Nia stepped forward and stuffed the wine glass into my hand. “Health reasons? I never heard anything about that. Jonah is humbly apologizing to you, so can’t you be magnanimous for once? Just drink it!” Her gaze was sharp, and her tone was a command.

“Do you get it? I didn’t come here to ask you to- No. I only came here to tell you what happened between us was nothing but a mistake. A one night mistake. One that’s never going to happen again. Never ever. So do not even think of getting any weird ideas in your head.” “Weird ideas?” He finally shifted his gaze from his phone, assuring me he was indeed listening to my rants. “You seem to be mistaken. You are the one having weird ideas here. Not the other way round.” “Excuse me?” “Do you really want me to spell it out for you?” He dropped his phone and immediately took a step towards me, having me take two away from him. “I don’t care about what happened between us. It was a one night stand

I take each step with an eerie slowness waiting until the pain subsides. My fingers clutched around the railing providing me with comfort and strength to take the next step up. Each step upward seems like a level of pain I need to pass to acquire my final prize. It was testing me, my strength. My willpower. Just a few more steps and I can reach him. Just a few more. I keep encouraging myself. At least I would have a good story to tell our pup about the beginning of its birth. As I take the last step I allow myself to catch my breath. A sign of victory.

Their eyes had the same intensity, burning blue embers. They formed a perfect circle, not linking hands but perfect all the same. It felt like they were performing a ritual. No, Not that ritual. It dawned on me what diabolical thing was on. The marking. McCoy wanted to mark me, the first step in making me his Luna. His teeth were gently coming in on the nape of my neck, firm and sharp, one more effort and it would go in. My legs refused to move. My lips quivered but nothing came out.

Slowly putting one foot in front of the other. I sat on his couch, next to Thorn, and just across Luther and Reta. “Well, Steph, we couldn't have done it today without you. Step one is done, but tomorrow, we can't afford to waste time, so we began step two.” Luther said in a husky voice. “And, Steph, you are the one who's going to put the icing on the cake to take out Luther.” “Me? Why?” I was surprised when Luther singled me out to finish off Luther.

I understand the slight gesture and move to my feet before him. "Wait." James stops me just as I’m about to palm him through his pants and when I lift my brow, he nods behind me. "The door." I watch him step to the side to click on the lock to his door. When he comes back, he says, "We got to be fast."

Trust yourself. The clock ticked loudly, but I didn’t let it get to me. I started by skimming the entire exam, a habit I’d developed to calm myself and see what I was up against. The first few questions looked manageable, but then I saw some complicated ones toward the middle, questions that seemed like they were written in another language. My heart skipped a beat, but I reminded myself of what Alex had said: take it one step at a time. So I began, starting with the easiest questions. The first was straightforward, asking about chemical equations I’d memorized weeks ago. My pen moved quickly, jotting down the answers with confidence. This is fine, I thought. I can do this.

After deciding to leave, I went to the Blacknight Pack's municipal office to submit my withdrawal application. "Ms. Holt," the clerk said carefully, "once you leave the pack, you'll lose all pack protection and will never be allowed to rejoin. Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." When I stepped out of the building, a notification popped up on Instagram. "Thank you for being there for me when I'm at my weakest!" The photo beneath it showed the snowy scenery of Bhador and Mason wrapping a scarf around Eira.

M O N G R E L 🌷 "Some steps need to be taken alone. It's the only way to really figure out where you need to go and who you need to be." .•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Aaron said, his voice choked with emotion. "I understand. So what are you planning to do?" Mirabel asked. "I don't know. I don't even know if she'll ever forgive me," Aaron replied, looking down at his hands. "Well, the first step is to apologize and take responsibility for what you've done. And then you need to give her space and time to process her emotions and figure out what she wants," Mirabel said. "I've already apologized, but I don't think it was enough. I want to do more," Aaron said.