Novel & Cerita Story Of One

“You’ve come a long way from the boy who wouldn’t even raise his hand in class.” Ryan met his eyes. “Yeah. But that boy didn’t have you two.” That night, Ryan sat at his desk with his laptop open, fingers poised above the keyboard. A blank document stared back at him. He began to write not a speech this time, not a private diary. A story. His story. Because if Adrien thought he could silence him with fear, he was about to learn that some voices don’t stay quiet forever. Not this time. Not Ryan’s.

“One night. That’s all it took to shatter everything I thought I knew. One night in a hotel room with a stranger who saw too much. One night when I thought I’d disappear afterward. But one night became a thread. A thread became a story. And the story became a revolution.” She closed the book and exhaled. It wasn’t an ending. It was the next chapter waiting to be written.

It was all because on the day Felix was born, I had accidentally spilled water, causing Mom to slip and go into premature labor. The sight of him lying in the incubator broke my entire family's hearts. Dad had smacked me so hard that my eardrum burst. "You're a jinx! Your brother nearly died on the day he was born because of you." Lying weakly in the hospital bed, Mom had looked at me with eyes full of disappointment. Then, in elementary school, Dad had beaten me so badly that I couldn't get out of bed for three days—just because I fought with Felix over a toy car.

I asked. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you your mum was the absolute love of my life. A real love story that you only get to see in movies. I couldn’t move on from her. I never have and I never will. It hurt so much she had decided to leave me. I shut my heart out to anyone else. And you, Isabella, you’re a living proof of the love we shared.” He smiled and closed his eyes, holding back the little tear I saw forming in his eyes.

That was the moment I knew. He hadn’t changed. He had just learned how to hide it better. I went home shaking. Not crying. Not yelling. Just… done. That night, I made the hardest decision of my life. If I stayed, he would never let me go. If I left normally, he would follow. So I did the only thing that would truly free me. I disappeared. A week later, the news spread quietly. An accident. A tragic story. A name that matched mine. A life that ended somewhere far from where anyone could question it.

I crossed to the tall window overlooking the gardens and stood there for a long moment, with my hands resting on the edge of the mahogany desk, watching the stillness of the manicured lawn below. Darian's story had always been too clean. She was kidnapped, hidden away, then suddenly recovered and returned as though the whole ordeal had been nothing more than a movie. Men like Darian didn't rely on miracles, they manufactured outcomes, and they manufactured them well and I knew that well enough to be sure. I reached for my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in years. It rang twice. "Hello." "Vivian," I said, settling back in my chair.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Mallory. A year ago, I went through a tough time. Someone stole my belongings, destroyed my things, slashed photos of my family, spread rumors that I had a sugar daddy, and even incited thousands of people to attack me publicly. They wrapped their actions in a grand excuse—'resenting the wealthy' and 'seeking justice.' But in truth, it was jealousy. It was plain cruelty." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across the room. "My dad taught me to be humble and kind. But that experience taught me something important. Kindness needs an edge. When you face injustice and harm, silence isn't golden—fighting back is the best way to protect yourself. I hope this foundation be

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 110

Hindi siya makatingin ng diretso sa mga mata ng mga ito, but everyone greeted her boss who was behind her. “S-Sir. `Yung book ko pala.” Bigla siyang huminto at lumingon dito nang nasa harap na sila ng kanilang mga opisina. “Everyone Has A Story, written by the Indian Author: Savi Sharma. This was the author’s debut novel and was first published in August 2015. Sharma self-published her book, which quickly became popular and bestselling. Later it was published by Westland publishers. By February 2017 more than 100,000 copies of the book were sold,” sabi nito sabay abot ng aklat na iyon sa kaniya.

I've experienced mental blocks and severe headaches several times while going on with the story, but it was all worth it knowing that finally, One In A Million reached its ending. This is my first ever Science Fiction story, and the second novel I finished this year, 2021. I know you see plot holes in it, the grammatical, and typographical errors, and I promise to strive harder to get rid of those and be better in the future. I know I still have to learn a lot and I am more than willing to learn.