Standalone Or Stand-alone Novels & Stories

She states. “What? Alone?” “I have a shift tonight,” She shrugs. “But you? You need to breathe. Go out there and get that true one night stand. Something you never want to forget. You need this girl!” I hesitate. Then I look at myself in the mirror. I wanted someone who treated me right. Someone who wouldn’t shatter my heart with hurtful words. Even though I feel like I’m pulled in different directions that I don’t understand, I take a slow breathe.

what does he think, that if he introduces himself, they can go and get married and live happily ever after? "don't do this, okay? we are adults, and we slept together. it was a one night stand, and it was a mistake. let's just forget about it, can't we?" Elsa said. there was no expression on the man's face. she couldn't figure out what he was thinking. "this just doesn't make sense!" she thought.

"I'm here because I need sanctuary." The blinked in confusion, unable to understand what I meant by sanctuary. "If I heard you correctly, you actually said sanctuary, right? Does this place look like a charity home for you? I did like to sound it as a warning to you: Crescent Hollow doesn't take in strays who don't have the ability to handle blood being stained in their hands " Before I could respond, there came a firm, smooth but yet, very commanding voice from our back. "Let her speak out."

It was hard right away. "I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck over it." With a grin, I spit that out. I don't have time to chat with a one-night stand. When she stared at me, I knew she wanted me. I turned to look at her. I was abrasive and desirous of her. "Come with me!" Above the music, I roared. I couldn't drive. I contacted my driver, and he arrived promptly. "Hotel!" I gave instructions.

I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. " Sorry, Mrs. Yolanda " I called her not knowing what to call her precisely. " Oh honey, call me Yola" she simply smiled. " Sorry for disturbing Yola, I just wanted some water " " You didn't disturb me at all, here" she said lending me a glass of water and I took a sip. Something caught my attention near the kitchen entrance, a small stand near the door, it has a picture of what it seems like four people. I walked to it and grabbed it, there was a light skin guy hugging Yolanda from the back and two teenagers in front of them. The boy with black hair and green eyes smiled while the girl with the same green eyes and curly black hair looked annoyed.

Reina, walking beside me, flashes a reassuring smile, but it doesn't completely ease my apprehension. I can't help but think, 'Will they like me? Won't they see me as weird? What if I don't meet up to their standards? They are royalty after all. Calm down, Sophie,' I mentally chide myself when I catch myself thinking of all the worst-case scenarios. You've not even gotten there yet.

If he had not been there, there would have been getting slapped painfully by society. “No, he is not. He has an only child that is the slut, out there holding the stamp of the legal child. Mother, just think about it. If our family has been called out by sophisticated families, who would be the ones wearing the Crown? That slut!!” Stacy said, gnashing her teeth. How much she wished to chew her alive. The malediction had been cursed since she felt how poor they were. Her mother caught a fish, and he led them to a good life, but the fish was already infected.

“Hey, everything is okay, right? If you’ve changed your mind about this, there’s no problem. We could go back downstairs and continue chatting. Or I could leave right now and disappear. I just want to be sure that you’re comfortable. So just say the word.” That simply does me in–the fact that he definitely isn’t pushy about everything, and just wants me to be comfortable. Though it is also what scares me. He said I can say the word and he disappears. But even if I don’t, and the obvious happens between us, he is going to disappear, I’m going to disappear from his life as well. And then this would just be a one-night-stand. It’s something I’ve never done, or ever thought I’d do. But I’ve also

"Who is she?" He glanced at it. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes before he said, coolly, "A friend." I kept my voice from shaking. "Do friends need to kiss?" "She's a Fremorian. That's how they greet," he said, deadpan. I laughed bitterly and pressed the point. "You have prosopagnosia. Tens of thousands filled that concert, and she was in plain black. So how could you spot her right away?" There was a beat of silence before Andrew said, "We grew up together."

"You can bully me all you want but I'm not going to give up on you." "Aren't you afraid that I can actually fire you and make sure you don't get employed anywhere else?" Alicia shook her head, tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ear. "You aren't afraid?" "I'm confident in myself and I'm also an asset to this company." "What skills do you think you have that make you feel like you're the only competent person?" She shrugged. "I'm good at what I do and we also have a thing." "You think I'm shy to let it out that we had a one time thing? I would respect myself if I were you."