See You Never, Mr. One-minute Novels & Stories

I say slowly feeling my flesh leave my body. "I love you so much Aaron. Never forget that." I say ending my voice message then I feel my eyes slowly shutting. I collapse not long after.

Liam stammered, his words incoherent. "Please, just let me hold Cecilia one last time, I beg you." His eyes were filled with tears. How ironic—and I thought Liam would never shed a tear. I hesitated. After all, Liam was Cecilia's father and the man she had longed to see one last time before she passed away. Just as I was about to hand over the urn in my arms, a voice rang out. "My dear Liam." Mia had arrived without me noticing. She gently wiped away Liam's tears. Her voice was filled with sorrow.

In that instant, all sound in the square vanished. Even the wind seemed frozen still. The mocking sneers from moments ago were now swallowed by shock. Color drained from Kael's face. The fury that had filled his eyes a second ago shattered, leaving nothing but disbelief and confusion. "No… Impossible…" His voice came out dry and rough, like sand against stone. His brows furrowed as he stared at me. "You loved me so much. How could you be someone else's mate?"

Diana freaked, pacing like a caged animal. Clarke Group had been their entire life—now it was going down in flames. Only Mira didn't flinch. The second she saw Vincent, she launched into full-on panic. "Vincent, please let me out, okay? I was wrong, I swear. Don't lock me in here anymore, I'm freaking out. There's rats and roaches everywhere—I swear they're biting my feet. Please, just let me out." "Let you out?" He tilted his head, voice sharp with mockery. "Sure. But only one of you gets to leave—you or your parents. You pick."

I vaguely caught sight of the name "Ivy Hummer" After hanging up, Oliver didn't even spare me a glance before heading out the door, grabbing his jacket from the couch as he went. All of a sudden, I had a bad feeling in my gut. I quickly pulled him back and asked, "Where are you going? If we don't get engaged today, you might not get the chance again, even if you wanted to." Oliver scoffed scornfully. "Sienna Jones, are you sure that that day will ever come?"

The sound was as if it was coming from far away. She was hearing but she couldn't make out exactly what was happening and whatever the person was saying. "You thought I couldn't do something like this, I bet? Bitch look who's crying now," the person said then laughed richly. Ana frowned. She knew that voice. It was extremely familiar. But she didn't know who exactly it was. She tried to open her eyes the first time to no avail. And the voice kept on going. "You just had to ignore all the signs right? Who's the dumb one now. You don't even know how much I've been waiting for this moment"

"Forgive me. I'll never let you get hurt again." But Cassie couldn't answer. *** In a hospital across the city, my eyes flickered open. I stared at the stranger in the mirror, realizing the witch had kept her promise.

“Don’t worry, they will only make jokes for a week and then forget about it.” She winced. “A week. Is that supposed to comfort me?” “Well, school break is going to be over soon so you won’t be seeing my grandparents all the time.” “Oh, yes, I’m so excited for this break to be over…” Dancing at the slow rhythm of the ballad the band was playing at that moment became just an excuse to have some alone time for the first time on that day (even if it was in the middle of the dancing floor). “Manu is a whole different story, though.” He chuckled. “He beat them all and asked me if we’re going to get married too.”

Kent laughs, victorious. “At least it’s Italian,” he murmurs. “Yeah, but it wants lots of ranch dressing on top –“ Kent groans. “Don’t tell me these things – I don’t need to know how you’re bastardizing the national dish –“ “One Minute Left,” says a mechanical voice, interrupting our conversation and making my eyes fly open. “Oh,” I say. “Um…I didn’t realize it would be so short.” “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “I didn’t have much phone time left this week. If I’d have known –“

My girlfriend, Eliana Hodson, and my so-called best friend, Austin Brock, had this thing for bets. And somehow, I was always the joke. They'd bet on how long I'd wait for them, which puddle I'd slip in when it rained, even whether the crazy-hot pepper Austin snuck into my food would make my nose run. Then Austin went overseas. Eliana and I got married, and I figured their stupid little game was finally over. Yeah. Nope. One night, I was working at a fancy lounge when I walked in on a group playing a betting game called Time Bomb. I set down their drinks just as I heard Eliana. "I lost." Her friends started yelling. "A bet's a bet! Pick a guy and dance with him!" Then Eliana—my wife