One Sided Stories Novels & Stories

I am in my deep thoughts while I am bording my flight. The flight attendant offered me a glass of cold water as she noticed my uncomfortable state. I was lost in a moment. I could not find a word to describe my feeling for today. It is as if I am walking towards uncertain things that I know I ended up losing. It's funny how I look back and easily remember how bewail I am with my current situation in life. During the flight, I am not at ease. I always thought about what would my shitty ex husband will do to my precious little one. The flight is not that long however I felt like it has been a century, sitting on this chair near the window, not hearing any words from home.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

But barely half a minute after getting into the black SUV, she was kicked out. The overweight man breathed heavily as he gripped her neck. "You really are impossible. Even in a place like that, you're flirting around, reeking of that weird smell. Do you think I'm stupid?" Jennifer shook her head frantically. "It wasn't me! It was her! She did this to me!" The man laughed in disbelief. "Put some effort into your lies. How could one woman possibly do this to you?" People began to gather around. The driver whispered, "Boss, let's go. She's yours now. Take her back and settle this later."

pieces —the lonely shoreline and the fractured sphere—he went still. “These two,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “They don’t fit the initial brief.” Here it was. The moment of truth. I kept my gaze steady. “No. They don’t. The brief was for a story of control. But the most powerful stories often have a counter- narrative. A hint of something... else. It creates depth. Intrigue. Without it, the space risks feeling like a corporate lobby.” He was silent for a long time, just looking at the image of the lone figure on the shore. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. I could hear the faint hum of the city below us.

I finally smiled when my eyes landed on the third line: a red alert notice. Just as I had suspected. Last week, Edward had illegally used a batch of cheap orthopedic implants that had never been approved by the drug administration. The result? A car accident patient developed a severe post-operative infection and was now in the ICU, fighting for their life. The entire incident had been suppressed. It was never reported. Everything clicked into place. No wonder he had not dared to perform any surgery today. Claiming my identity was 'suspicious' had just been an excuse.

ANDY’S POV I block my face from the sun with my hand as I step out of Kelani’s News Company. It is the biggest News Company here in Texas and I knew they would want to take my story. I had gone to two others earlier today and I had agreed to do an interview by next week, if Drake wants to play the power game, then it’s game on. I climb into the car and Angela hands me a small bag of food and I take a peek inside.

"Didn't you hear? My son told you to get lost! You're nothing but a shameless homewrecker. How dare you show your face here!" The two she-wolves started fighting, throwing the room into chaos. Exchanging a glance, Mom and Dad helped me up and took me away from there. By the time Walter managed to break free from the fight and chase after us, we had already driven off. Upon returning home, I had a thorough discussion with Mom and Dad before reaching a difficult decision. This pup had been conceived out of betrayal and lies, so I couldn't keep them. I wanted to get an abortion. Later on, Walter somehow seemed to have learned about my decision. He stormed over to my house and started banging on

"I don't think so. I just need you both to actually listen, all the way through, before either of you says anything." They exchanged a glance, that old twin language I'd grown so used to reading, and nodded in unison. "I spent five years," I began slowly, "building an entire identity around a single story. The girl who survived. The girl whose savior would someday come find her and make all of it make sense. I didn't realize how small that story actually was until I met both of you and watched it explode into something far bigger, far messier, and considerably more honest than anything I'd ever let myself imagine."

I said. "The half that destroys me is enough." He said. "Not if we tell the other half first." He looked at me. "The resettlement funds, the support, the three years of trying to fix it. We tell that story first before the narrative sets. We do not hide from the story, we complete it." He stared at me then said, "You would do that standing next to me publicly while I am the story." "I have been standing next to you since the beginning." I said.

Hold tight readers don’t be busting a nut just yet! I might be sharing a few more stories make sure to follow me x x I might delve deeper? What’s the worst that can happen? A follow on book? Me getting pounded just for your perverted pleasure? As im writing this im waiting on another delivery. Might be sharing this encounter! Im waiting and ready to go. Im sure I can hear him walking along my driveway, waiting for my delivery as I sit in my chair, maybe this has a must be continued or do I keep this private