One Step Too Far Novels & Stories

I found the sight to be both tragic and absurd. I stepped forward and delivered another blow. "Of course, it takes an evil hand to punish evil. Let's see if you survive this."

To be honest I did not know what exactly I wanted to do, I just had to act and fast. Immediately that thought hit me, the next thing I heard was a growl; low but unnerving. It was so close. Too close to just sit out for. I grit my teeth, breathing slowly, stepping with extra care . Slowly I was moving away. Whatever it was they was behind me,, felt like it was going away. I could see a path up head, I just needed to climb up a small slop. I took one step. A terrible wrong step. My foot crushed a branch.

clear, almost unreal. I didn't celebrate. I gritted my teeth as I forced my uncooperative legs to move.. One step at a time, until I saw an opening, then, I heard a voice... "You are out...."

Focus. Just focus. I straightened and kept moving. But the stairs ahead were steep. And dark. I carefully placed one foot down. Then the next. Then— My foot slid again. “Ahh!” This time I fell fully onto the steps. Pain shot lightly through my knee. I hissed quietly and pushed myself up. That’s one. I continued. Step. Step. Step— “Ah!” I slipped again. Second fall. This time my hand hit the stone. Not too hard.

Ignoring his stare, I continued speaking calmly, "What a pity. You wanted to have your cake and eat it too—a spotless reputation on one hand, and tossing me aside on the other. "However, you were too slow. I saw through all your little schemes. All I did was beat you to your plan and take it one step further."

Stephan says and it has to be a joke. “BECAUSE I’M A SINGLE WOMAN! AFTER THAT DISGUSTING SEEING YOU WITH ANOTHER MAN IN THE BED THAT WAS OURS, I SEPARATED FROM YOU! SINCE THAT DAY I NEVER STOPPED INTO THE HOUSE THAT WAS OURS AGAIN AND I MADE OUR SEPARATION VERY CLEAR! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO OWES ME RESPECT! LIKE I SAID, I’M SINGLE AND I GO OUT WITH WHOEVER I WANT!” I scream, already tired of this shit. As soon as I finish screaming all I see is Mom's shoe flying and heading straight for Stephan's head.

This time, I did not turn back, but I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I had barely taken a few steps when a text popped up on my phone. "Yvonne, you didn't manage to get married again, did you? What a pity. It's okay, though. You can beg Nathan to marry you again later. The eighth time is the charm, right?"

I glance at her. At the quiet glow in her eyes. At the softness she’s carrying now. And I sigh. Because fine. Fine. I care. A little. “Okay,” I say reluctantly. “Let’s just get this over with.” Big mistake. Huge. Because the moment I step onto that platform— Everything changes. “No.” “No.” “Absolutely not.” “Burn it.” “That one is an insult.” “That one is trying too hard.” “That one has too much fabric.” “That one doesn’t have enough fabric.”

He was asking for too much. I didn’t know him. Not really. We barely spoke ten sentences over dinner. I walked to the couch, grabbed my bag and my shawl, then headed toward the elevator. I pressed the button. A few seconds later, the metal doors opened in silence. One step. That’s all it would take. One step… and everything would be over. But I couldn’t move. My eyes stayed fixed on the black marble floor as my mind spun. That offer… it was wrong.

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing