The One Above Novels & Stories

Samuel raised his hands, and the murmur died down. “What’s more,” Caleb continued, “this woman here,” he said, nodding towards me, “she is The One.” Woman. I had never been called that before. I liked it. But I didn’t understand. The One? He had put a funny emphasis on the phrase, as if he were talking about the Messiah or something. I wondered if they were all crazy. Another murmur arose, and all heads turned to stare at me. “I need to see the Council,” Caleb said, “And I must bring her with me.”

Just above his heart. I gasped.

Here is the content of the chat. Zero: "Good morning, my future. Are you still able to hold your miss for me?" Zeva wanted to reply, "No, I can't afford it. I really miss you. Come on, please, hurry back here." However, Zeva's sense of prestige is very large to be able to type those sentences. In the end, Zeva just chose to read it, without replying. Zeva wants to know whether Zero will be grumpy and spam-chat her or not.

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

Almost perfect. Almost.

Alive. “One…”

Her eyes narrow. I roll my eyes. “We'll need to work on the title.” She breaths out a hearty laugh. “Vera thinks it should be ‘Supreme Sovereign Commander Two.'” I blink in confusion. “Who's number one?” Thea gives me a serious look and points to the ceiling beam. Where Nylo is reclining like a Roman emperor.

The moment the plane touched down, a designated driver was already waiting to take me to the car. "Are you Ms. Cassandra Holt?" A sharply dressed werewolf in a tailored suit walked toward me. "I'm Nathaniel Golding. The company sent me to pick you up." I accepted his business card. "Thank you." "Ms. Holt, I also heard you're expecting. If you need anything at all, just let me know." I stared at him, surprised. He seemed to understand instantly.

I didn’t want trouble over a simple errand. When I opened the front door of the modern mansion, the living room was completely quiet. No barking, no litter box, no food bowls, no leashes—nothing you’d expect for a pet. A neatly dressed woman stood near the sofa, looking tense, as if she’d been waiting for me. I paused politely. “Hi, I’m with the errand service here to feed Mimi. Where’s the pet?” The woman didn’t answer right away. She looked me up and down, as if sizing me up. She wore a Bluetooth earpiece, and someone was clearly talking to her on the other end.

] I deleted the message and turned off my phone. In this new year, I decided to keep my love for myself.