One Sided Story Novels & Stories

"Sure, there is a wire inside the panel between our seats, just attach your phone there." "Ohh, thank you much." I did as I was told and again we were enveloped with silence after. "According to Dan, you are single and ready to mingle, huh?"He asked while maintaining his eyes on the road. "Yes, I broke off five years ago from my two-timing boyfriend." "What a jerk! Didn't he see what he had been missing?"

Happiness that soon came crashing down when we woke up the next morning in the same bed. I knew instantly by Riker’s reaction that he did not feel the Mate bond like I did. Knew when he snarled at me to leave his room that it was a one-sided bond that only I felt. I left him alone for most of the day, only bringing Riker his proper medication and food. I vowed not to make the mistake of handing him medication without checking it.

“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 stared at him, bewildered. "What are you talking about?" He took a deep breath, considering before he spoke. "I mean… what if you do it?" he told me. "Once. One-night stand. You don't even have to do it on an emotional level. Just body. Just because of the pack." I looked at him as if he'd sprouted a second head. "I'm not sleeping with someone else, Lucas," I snarled. "You think that's a walk in the park for me?"

One Lydia thought she’d never been so lonely in her life. She glanced out the window next to her work desk and watched the rain swirling, a light mist that went wherever the wind told it to go. Her story was almost finished- a reporting piece for the Emerald Daily that revealed details about a local fertility doctor, now biological father to over a hundred children. She’d had trouble keeping the tone of the story neutral, reporting the facts and not her opinion on the facts. Her editor sent the story back twice already, kindly but firmly reminding her that her job was not to convey outrage, no matter how warranted. Lydia must stick to the facts.

ALL pain was forgotten when Lucas was forced to listen to the lady's story. He was infuriated by what he heard and Ava's sobs enraged him even more. Veronica didn't seem fazed by the anger rolling off of nearly everyone in the room. At the beginning she told the story with a sad smile but then ended it proudly, bringing disgust to Lucas. "Revenge?! You did all this for revenge?!" He yelled in disbelief. His heart was beating out of his chest and his whole body was shaking with his wolf fighting to come out. The wolfsbane was wearing away quickly because of it.

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.

“But it doesn’t make it acceptable.” “No.” He stepped closer. Not enough to crowd her. Just enough to make the conversation feel direct. “They’re painting you as the reason it failed.” She held his gaze. “They always were.” The simplicity of that answer hit harder than any denial. He frowned. “That’s not true.” “It doesn’t have to be.” A pause. “People believe what fits the story they prefer.” “And what story is that?” “That women who don’t bend break things.” The room went quiet. Because that wasn’t just about the articles.

The fight got so bad that they both grabbed knives and stabbed each other. When someone finally found them, they had already bled out. As for me and Lionel—it all started because of a misunderstanding. But after we got married, Lionel told me the truth. Incubi weren't like the stories said. They could only feel desire for one person. He grew up an orphan, and he said that being with me made him feel what "home" really was. From then on, I had his whole heart. He also listened to my advice and left the dangerous business behind. He started learning how to run real companies with his crew.

"We have to fight it with something it can't process. Something that refuses to be a 'story' at all." I looked at Lina, then at the vast, vulnerable Library around us. "We need to tell a story that isn't one."