One Of Us Is Next Series Novels & Stories

And if this persists, if she doesn’t tell me how to get rid of all of this, I would not care about the consequences or the effect it might have on me. I am going to take her out of the equation myself. That way there would once again be balance in the world and men like myself would not have to be subjected to such victimization. I grimace slightly at my thoughts as it feels like I am a character in some dystopian movie. Cripes! This is what this life has subjected me to. “Stephanie?” I interrupt their conversation already tired of seeing the four walls of the doctor’s office. “Yeah? Do you need anything?” She asks bending to my level and roll my head slightly.

MIA'S POV Mia has not asked how he is going to help her. Killian is a university student and the president of their central organization. He has better things to do than to snoop around some unidentified crazy motorcycle rider. By the end of the week, she hopes it will be out of his mind. As long as that criminal stays out of her business, her past will be safely tucked to where it belongs: in the past. But not only is the criminal up in her business; Roman as well. She has not seen him since their awkward conversation but she can feel that he’s bursting at the seams with questions. What she is doing right now is only delaying the inevitable.

Hundreds of pale bodies surged toward the stairwell from below like a rising tide. The survivors screamed. Ariadna fired downward immediately. Gunshots echoed through the chamber. But the figures kept climbing. Silent. Relentless. Dr. Vale’s voice crackled through damaged speakers calmly: “They only wish to reunite with their Mother.” “They’re going to kill us!” Damien shouted. “No,” Elias said quietly. Everyone looked at him. Elias stared at the climbing figures with horror. “They’re trying to bring her home.” The difference terrified Ava more. L-001 positioned himself between the stairwell and the climbing figures instantly.

“Oh, trust me, i also have power. Tell me who this person is.” “I—I can’t.” “If she sees me, you said you’re dead. So that means… she’s in this office."” But he kept quiet. “That means I’m right.” “Ma’am…” “And there’s only one woman in this office who doesn’t want to see me.” My blood ran cold. “Mila.” “No—no, she’s not—” “You answered too fast.” I stepped closer. “You’re stuttering. It’s definitely Mila.” He trembled. “Is Mila the one holding your mother hostage?”

"And I'm still scared... but I'm not alone anymore. We'll do this together." Outside, the town stirred to life. Inside, they held each other in the quiet aftermath, two souls finally woven into the same truth. But in the alley below the shop, a tall figure in a dark coat paused, nostrils flaring as he scented the air.Ronan Silverfang smiled, cold and sharp. The game had begun...

The next day, a colleague handed me two movie tickets. I was told that a new movie was released recently and that it was worth watching. “You and Camelia should go. It’s a sweet romance, perfect for you two!” The colleague winked at me, then turned back to their work. I thanked them and hesitated for a moment before deciding to call Camelia. The phone rang for a long time before the call was connected. “Waylon, what’s the matter?” Camelia’s gentle voice came through.

She committed the shape of it to memory, in case the world tried to take it from her. Hector’s voice came low. “Promise.” Promise. Shore-men broke promises. But his voice didn’t sound like a breaker. It sounded like stone. So she took another step. Then another. Up the stone steps, each one a war. Calves burned. Lungs burned from air instead of water. Simy walked behind her, close but not touching, as if he wasn’t sure what she was yet. Halfway up, Simy’s voice cracked the silence. “This is so wrong,” he said. Low, fast. “I know you don’t give a fuck about anything right now, but are you aware that we are now accomplices in a stranger’s murder? We should call the police.”

My mouth couldn't help but curl up in its usual disgust as I glared at him. "I'm just here for today," I gulped and looked away as I saw the sad look on some of their faces, "I'm here because Naza is sick." Some grumbled sadly while the others uttered 'Thank God' softly. "That girl was a prison warder! Let her heal Kezie, just stay with us for this week! Come on!" Someone shouted and the others shouted, saying the same thing. Khalil just mysteriously looked at me making me feel uneasy but jerked suddenly as his assistant coach and best friend, Manuel, placed his hand on his shoulder heavily.

During that time, none of her calls to me went through, and every message she sent sank without a reply. After seven days with no contact, Ines grew increasingly anxious. She could no longer listen to Marcus's advice and went straight back home. But the house still looked the same as it had a week earlier. The thin layer of dust on the table and chairs showed that no one had lived there for days. Ines searched the house and found no trace of me, then rushed out to look. Halfway down the street, she ran into Mrs. Miller, the neighbor. Mrs. Miller asked with concern, "Ines, how is Arthur doing? Has he recovered? There was so much blood that day. It was terrifying."

That’s what saved you from ending up like those other poor guys. I just grinned and tapped my nose. Sitting alone at the kitchen table, I popped open a pack of ramen and flicked on the TV. "Today, our city was rocked by a spree of break-ins and murders, all targeting rich single men. The cops cracked the case wide open, rounding up a whole gang of suspects.” As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed.