One Of Us Is Back Novels & Stories

I noticed the name on her screen, and I smiled. "Get to work. We're not in a hurry to arrange the wedding." Lauren left the office, but as a token of apology, she turned around. Solemnly, she promised, "I'll see you at the old home tomorrow." She did not. I was on the couch at the old home, scrolling through my phone. … T-minus, 12 hours. My news app showed me some local news. Felix showed himself at a new project, and Lauren was standing right behind him.

I thought of going back to research many times, but every attempt was pulled off course by what I thought was love. It wasn't until everything fell apart that I finally saw it clearly: love was never my salvation. Depending on someone else to save me had always been a fantasy. The moment I touched my instruments again, a stillness washed over me—something Nate had never been able to give me. A quiet fullness that felt like home. After returning, I wasted no time finding a rehabilitation therapist to help me stand again. I woke up early every morning to train. I fell countless times, and every time, the therapist looked at me with concern. But I just smiled and shook my head.

She looked at the screen, Benjamin's name showed up saying 'did you get home safe? “Yes, I got home safe. What about you?” Kathilyn replied back, and she waited for him to reply but no answer. She waited until her eyes felt heavy and fell asleep.

Elena stared at the message on her phone, her pulse quickening. You should come tonight. No expectations. Just a conversation. It wasn’t signed, but she didn’t need to guess who had sent it. Adrian. Her grip tightened around the device, conflicted emotions swirling inside her. A conversation? After three years of silence? After she had rebuilt her life, piece by piece, away from him? He had no right to pull her back in like this. But, deep down, she knew he still had that power.

“What is it?” “Why do I feel like we made the wrong decision killing him? What if he wasn't blabbering nonsense. What if—” Jax slapped him on the back. “Get back to work bud, I'm sure he'll thank you for taking out the rogue.”

this is my decision. I am going to stand by it no matter what. As difficult as it is, I'm going back. I texted back, "I'm no my way back."

I said, already reversing the car. “Oh my goodness, I don’t even know who is worse between you and Ethan. You both are absolutely obsessed with her.” “Oh, you bet on that. I mean, if I’m not obsessed with my little princess, who am I supposed to be obsessed with?” I replied jokingly. She smiled, placing her hand over my free one. “Horace?” “Yes,” I replied. “We’ve done it once again. We defeated our enemies once again, even the ones who came back from the dead have been sent back permanently.”

We were pulling into the driveway when my phone buzzed once, sharp and sudden in the quiet of the car. I glanced down, expecting Ernest, or maybe Lily with some last minute update about tomorrow's schedule. It wasn't either of them. Ham's Archive - New checkin: Isaac Graham is back in town. I stared at the notification, an automatic alert I'd forgotten I'd even set up weeks ago when things between us were still easy, still simple, still nothing more than a game we were both supposedly playing. My thumb hovered over the screen. He was back. And he hadn't told me himself.

Boomslang pulls up two chairs for Ace and I. ‘Today after Ace and I left the press conference, I thought I saw Red Back, but he is dead. You all know I killed him. Could it be another member of the gang? He had the same spider tattoo on his face, but his hoodie covered the rest of his face so I couldn’t see who it was. Whoever it was, he wanted me to know he was there.’ Viper and the Snakes frown. ‘Recent rumours say the Spider Backs are back together and have a new leader. Their gang leader will always have a spider tattoo under his eye,’ Viper says. We all sit in silence for a moment as we process the news.

No excuses. I stared at the message until my eyes burned. He was back. Or at least, he was allowed to talk to us. Immediately , Jax text came in. Jax: He's back. Me: Yeah. He’s back. Jax: Liam... do you think they asked him about us. Me: I don't know, Jax. I honestly don't know. The next morning, the film room felt like a courtroom. We all sat in the plush leather chairs.