One Sided Stories Novels & Stories

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

This book has been through my entire life so it's special. I'm starting to feel awkward with the lady staring at me so I'm going to end it here. This is where I start a new life with the human baby, Adeline. And say goodbye to my sweet little werewolf baby, Veronica. I love you. Love, Abby x

Gerey whispered to Jeyrin who was still below - in concealment as he flipped through the bright, picture-filled pages of the book. “There were once a lot of - your kind here, in this world. I don't know why but you all vanished. As time went on, and the stories had no means of being passed on from generation to generation but through oral means, the stories of your existence along with their vivid descriptions faded and got mumbled.” He got to a page that had ‘BROWNIES’, written in a red, dancing font. He stared at the sketched picture. It was a little similar to Jeyrin - with its legs that had huge, bumpy knuckles and large, hairy ears - not as big as they truly were, though.

But his direct supervisor told him plainly, "Being faithful to your partner is basic human decency. If you can't even manage that, what makes you think you can manage research?" The supervisor hadn't even been the harshest one. The higher-ups had called to check in the moment the story broke. They thought Dexter was too talented to lose, which was why they'd held off for a few days, giving him time to sort out his personal life. They never expected this to be how he sorted it. Dexter shook Brianna off. "Enough! She's supposed to be your best friend. Is it really that hard for you to see her come out okay?"

The disgust in Horace's eyes was completely shattered by my words. Not caring that everyone was still there, he suddenly grabbed my arm tightly. "Take back those words. I'll pretend I never heard them." On one hand, this man acted like Vivian was the love of his life, willing to take everything I had from me for her sake. On the other hand, he wasn't willing to let go of me. Was he bipolar? I ripped my hand away from him, dusting off the spot he had touched like it was dirty.

“Tell me what’s going on.” I take a deep breath, steadying myself before I begin. “It’s about my One. Or rather . . . my Ones.” I glance at Akin and then at River, my heart racing as I try to explain the situation as clearly as possible. “I thought Akin was my One. I felt the connection, the power, everything. But then something happened with River.” Mother frowns, confusion flashing across her face. “What do you mean, something happened with River?”

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

"Sounds like your mother and my mother could be best friends." I squint my eyes deviously, remembering the many risqué stories about Max. "Yeah, I'm sure you'd just use your mom to get into my mom's pants or something." I twist my lips in knowing. My favorite story about Max was how he pulled off sleeping with twins on the same night, thinking they were the same girl and neither of them knew about it. His jaw parts in a sexy way as he wipes the counter leisurely, his shoulder muscles flexing from the movement.

“This is the first time.” “Why now?” he asks. “Why today?” I inhale, feeling the script in my mind, but reshaping it into my own voice. “Because silence has allowed a story that is not mine to grow larger than me. Because people have been hearing only one side. Because I am tired of waking up every day to see myself turned into a villain in a story I did not write.” The host nods slowly. “You are referring to your father in law’s statements.” “Yes.”