One Sided Story Novels & Stories

Antonia’s POV “I don’t understand, just tell me what it means, I thought it was a fight, like you would both get in a ring and fight, or maybe in I don’t know, a field or something,” I shrugged. He paced in front of my desk, “that’s not what a one on one war is, it’s the tug for one soul, one that is unsuspecting, one that is teetering and bending to one side more than the other and you accepted it, which means it will be one that is bending to his side, close but not quite over the line yet.”

"The moral of the story?" He laughed at her cute question. "The moral of the story is, no one is good or bad... We all have good and bad sides in us and that's what makes our life story strong... If we all are good then there is no story, if we all are bad then there is no need for your story because you don't deserve one... Good and evil makes one perfect life story and that's what makes our life worth... No one is good and bad, no one is a hero and villain. We are both!"

My family believed in democracy. Every decision was settled by a family vote. Dad, Mom, my brother Dylan Conley, and my sister Tessa Conley each got one vote. So did I. The problem was, four against one meant I never won. During my junior year of high school, my brother wanted a new computer. The vote was four to one. The money I'd saved for three years of tutoring was gone. In senior year, when it was time to submit college applications, I earned early admission to Northbridge University, but Tessa cried and said she couldn't stand the thought of me moving so far away. So the family held another vote. Dad pinned my application form beneath his hand. "Majority rules. You're going to

Shaw questioned. "All told by men, who tried to subdue us." She answers. "You never wondered why these stories never involved women? They're always about men who are 'drawn' to the cabin, but is that the truth? Was the other side of the story heard, or was it just ignored?" She questioned us. "What do you mean? What other side?" Shaw asks, confused. "Every story has two sides, don't jump to conclusions without hearing both sides." She talks by looking away from us and focusing on the book in front of her.

“But Leah mentioned there was a time, not long ago, she went here when she was really sick. Leah found out that she just had done an abortion and she was forcing herself to drive to here. At that time, Leah saw madam’s most vulnerable condition and she took care of her until she went back healthy again. However Leah saw madam still drowning in her sadness when she left the winery. She overheard that madam will go straight to the club to forget her sadness, and said she will find a man to forget her sadness and pain.” ‘That’s the reason she went for a one night stand!’ Martin remembered about it Since Martin continued to listen, Jacob has no choice, except to continue the most terrifying one,

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.

“When the time comes, what if she doesn’t want it? What are you going to do then?” Raze chuckled making her whimper. He kissed the top of her head and she sighed softly, “You heard her tell the story, she’s open to it. She may not know a lot, but she knows about them and is keeping an open mind if she’s telling Little One about them in her stories. We will cross that bridge when it happens, but I wouldn’t worry about it. Deep down she just wants to be loved and accepted and not go through any more hurt and we can give them that, all of us.”

Immediately I saw the clip I chuckled sheepishly because it was a clip of what I called ‘My Epic Embarrassment’ and as I said, I’m gonna be the topic of the week at Jerseyville High School and I am. “Plight? isn’t it a bit too harsh, and how are we sharing it” I asked Lisa while making a sullen facial expression, because it’s the only news I’m seeing. “Aww, why’s your face like that, like I said, we are sharing the plight together” She tries to console me, then she swipe across her phone, the shoved it to my face, I don’t know if it was due to pent up aggression or something else, But what I saw on her phone, was definitely enough to make Lisa mad with embarrassment. It read;

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.

"We respond. Today. With facts. Evidence. Truth." "What if it's not enough?" "It will be." But his voice was less certain now. Hailey's narrative was simple. Clean. Emotional. Evil ex-wife. Vindictive woman. Obsessed homewrecker trying to steal an innocent child. My narrative was complicated. Messy. Harder to explain. And in the court of public opinion, simple usually won. I looked at my phone. Still face down on the counter. Still buzzing periodically. More journalists. More requests for comment. More people wanting my side.