One Sided Stories Novels & Stories

Ronan I sat at the end of the conference table in our downtown headquarters. The elders of my pack droned on, their voices grating as screens lit up with maps of territory and statistical reports on profits. My phone vibrated and I ignored it while I leaned back and tapped my fingers on the polished wood.

"Chad, at least use some logic when making up a story, okay? Leah is just a loser who fawns over male werewolves all day. What does she know about the pack war? Protecting evidence? She's lucky not to have been tricked into becoming a breeding machine!" She walked to Timothy, affectionately taking his arm. Her tone was utterly sarcastic. "Timothy, don't be fooled by him. Don't you know what kind of werewolf Leah is? All she knows is clinging to you. To say she died protecting the pack is a complete joke! I think she stole this crystal from some random male werewolf, and they couldn't divide it properly. That's why she was dismembered!" Every word she spoke struck Timothy like a hammer.

Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Cover design by InamorataFeels Blurb: Not all coins have just two faces . . . Finian Relish is the casual kind of child who thinks having two sisters and a brother is the bane of his existence. His life changes when he finds a mysterious silver coin on a lone walk home.

But, people often forget or they just avoid it, they are scared to accept the fact. Undeniably, I am an old man, who is living his life carelessly, drinking the whole day and telling you the tales of the world where I didn't live but witnessed what people and what their stories existed there. The more you go with the words, the more you see it is complex, typical to understand as it's not just about one person, one group, or one nation… No, it's more than just one world also. Everything is magic in the Ard, but from where it flows?

Something doesn't feel so right to Nafisa, she is missing something and nobody among the three is willing to tell her. She sight Hussain curling his fingers inwardly, things are about to get bad. So bad. "Don't you think it is time we stop them" She turned to Umar, whose attention was on a particular art. "I am talking here" she called out again. Zoning out while with someone's wife, who does that? "Just like I said before, let them be. I actually want to see someone hurt today, it has been a long time" he grinned.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

What would stop Suit from constantly sending Anderson to a world where he was destined and designed to lose constantly. “Don’t be so dramatic.” As if reading Anderson’s mind, Suit spoke up. “Like I said earlier, the first story was just a test run for you to understand how things work. Things will be different next. Remember, just as your actions and decisions will affect the course of the story, so will the decisions and actions of others affect yours. I’m sure you understand what I mean.” Suit smiled with a knowing smile.

I’ll sort out the stuff my from my bags later but before all that I’m going to check my novel first. [ Kingdom’s apart] It’s an action fantasy story where many countries struggle against the monsters that are roaming around their territories. It’s a story that I have been working on for quite a while now. It’s a hobby of mine that was developed after I read my favorite novel. I first started writing this story when I was in my last year of high school; I still haven’t written that much even though it’s been a year already. I was always busy doing school works and other various of things that I have been forgetting to pay attention to this. Since I’m still at break I will focus myself to writ

Third Person's POV Another six months passed, with Lorenzo's life gradually settling into a monotonous calm. He went to work, came home, ate, and slept. Like a soulless machine, he mechanically repeated each day. He didn't socialize, didn't go out for entertainment, and didn't contact anyone from his past. His only friend was Antonio, the only person who had stayed by his side after he lost everything. One evening, when Antonio came to visit, he brought with him a bottle of whiskey. The moment Lorenzo saw the bottle, his expression changed.

That's it, that was the moment she knew, he was the man she would feel proud to call hers. Byron knew his love was one-sided. He knew, to whom did her heart belong to. Yet, he couldn't give up. His heart didn't allow him to. Since she was still single, he had a little ray of hope peeking out from the dark clouds. He just had to keep on trying. Because he had decided, Scarlet was going to be his. By tit or by tat. ...