The One I Lost Novels & Stories

"I was young and blind, falling for a jerk. That past taught me that Byron's the one worth loving. Mess with us, Shawn, and you'll regret it." My tone carried a sharp edge, and Shawn staggered. "You hate our past that much?" "Absolutely." I nodded. "I'd erase you from it if I could." I pulled Byron into the car, leaving Shawn behind with a broken heart. Byron grinned, "Did you mean that?" "Every word," I confirmed. "He's nothing to me now. You and Edith are my world." ... I thought after that day, Shawn would give up. But I was wrong. He showed up again.

"I have that one good friend before...he...he is my patient, he has a very pretty smile, hmmmm sob*sob* hmmm...you know why I am here? I am escaping my past...I am trying to forget those things... those people I lost, David always believe in me hmmmm but I failed him...hmmm sob*sob* hmmmm you see, it is hard to make a decision because I lost too much people in my life...I lost him...I got there late hmmmm he is dead...hmmmm sob*sob* hmmm...I supposed to save him but I failed to do it...and then next, the person I have ever loved, when she keeps holding my hand, she keeps on staying beside me, she chooses to be hurt just to stay with me...but I lost her too...hmmmm sob*sob*hmmm...this is what

Welcome to the official, fully revised edition of A Love Once Lost! Before you dive into the journey, please take a moment to read through this author’s note, content advisory, and legal disclosure regarding the history and official distribution of this work. About the Story and Publication History: This book holds a deeply special place in my heart. I first began drafting and creating this concept back in 2019, making it my very first original story. For roughly 6 to 7 years, early drafts and various iterations of this story existed on W*****d under a different title (Lost Love). Over those years, the plot underwent continuous development—it was edited, rewritten, unpublished, and republish

For some unknown reason, I put my disc in again; I have not listened to it since I left a month ago. “Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know…That something wasn't right here...Oh baby, baby, I shouldn't have let you go…And now you're out of sight, yeah…Show me how you want it to be…Tell me, baby, 'cause I need to know now, oh because…My loneliness is killing me…I must confess I still believe…When I'm not with you I lose my mind…Give me a sign…Hit me, baby, one more time.”

- I say and the room goes quiet again. “I had an Heir and I lost it” - I say and I can feel tears burning my eyes.

“I-I was terrified that day. You walked around like an empty shell. That was the last memory I had of you.” God, I miss him so much… The bridge of my nose stings, my eyes welling with tears as I try to fight the quiver of my lips. The music that drifts from the speakers, once a soothing backdrop, now feels like salt in an open wound. Ed Sheeran’s One—the song that used to be ours, now feels like a knife twisting in my heart. “This song was playing in your dorm room when we…” his voice trails off. He turns to look at me, his eyes distant, lost in the past as he murmurs, “I first told you that I loved you to his song.”

I walked over and said, "Excuse me, do you work here?" She turned and said, "Yes, May I help you find something?" "Yes, you may. I don't want to sound corney or crazy but once-upon-a-time I had an eye one a young woman and I lost her. I suddenly had to leave town and never got to do anything about how I felt about her. Maybe you can help me find her?" "This is a furniture store." "The girl I lost was named Donna White. She was so cute last time I saw her, and I loved her in her cheerleader costume."

I had lost her. I had lost the only woman who ever truly loved me. And the worst part was that I had no one to blame but myself. End of Chapter 14

Completely. If he takes it from me, I lose the thread. I lose the hum. I lose the warmth through walls and the pull across rooms and the way my blood knows his blood is near before my eyes confirm it. I lose the thing that brought me back from six years of surviving into something that felt like living. I lose him. Not to another woman. Not to a floor. To silence. The light hums. The clock ticks. I close my eyes and hold on. I close my eyes and hope for a miracle. I can’t lose Nick.

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