The One That Got Away Novel Novels & Stories

When I tried to get into the car, she tried to open the door on the passenger's side. I snapped, "Stop. Could you just get off my back?" I had raised my voice a little. Jeannie froze with shock, though I saw her shoulders shaking. Seeing her like this annoyed me even more. "I know you're after my family's funds. Don't worry, the investment is still a going concern even if we don't marry. Happy now? If you are, go away." When she did not respond, I stepped on the gas and sped off. Those inside the private lounge of the bar, both familiar and unfamiliar, were discussing my running away from the wedding.

Even as I sat at my desk, I still wasn’t sure how I had managed to escape from his grasp. A coworker slid over to my side when she saw me. "Aren’t you supposed to be registering your marriage this afternoon? Did I see that wrong, or do you just love work that much?" I rubbed my temples and shrugged at her, too drained to explain. Another email sat in my inbox. It was from the same sender who had sent the chat logs. The message was simple. It contained a single candid photo of a woman in a white dress pulling a suitcase through the airport Along with it was a short note:

Something in my chest slowly relaxed. Once we found the vial and smashed it, we could return to the real world. We could start over. Just then, a faint glimmer appeared in the fog ahead—the crystal vial. I let go of Kyle's hand and stepped forward, reaching out to grab it. The moment it touched my palm, I felt a warmth. I looked down at it, hesitating. "Quick, destroy it, Nora," Kyle said behind me. "Let's get out of here." I didn't move. The small line of text from the book surfaced in my mind.

Shawn slides mine across the table, and I stare at the yellow toned envelope for what feels like forever before releasing his hand and slowly gliding my fingers across the edge. I shrug, walking over to the checkered couch, and falling onto the stiff cushions, “I haven’t earned privacy. You two are in this mess because of me,” my nail slides beneath the glue sealing away the information on my new life. “You deserve to know what’s inside.”

She arrived at the part where the main character in the story failed from an imminent wedding ceremony, which only needed to say the wedding vows and was crushed by an unexpected reality. So that's a secret that is the answer to all the mysteries implied from the beginning of the novel. This is the surprise Diana told her to anticipate. Kat placed the novel in her lap and smiled faintly, suddenly feeling awe at the novel in her hands. This is an eighteenth century novel, but the story is truly extraordinary. Suddenly her cell phone rang. Kat glanced over and frowned. There was Adrian's name flashing there, complete with a photo of the two of them, embracing each other for the camera in a lau

"Take it and go, Rachelle. Don't... don't stay for the fall." I grabbed the leather book. It was heavy, smelling of old paper and the expensive cologne Nikolai always wore. My fingers curled around it—my freedom, my mother’s justice, the end of the Veronesi lies. I had what I came for. I could stand up, walk to my car, and never look back. I could let the mountain take the man who had spent three years making me feel like a ghost in my own home. But as I pulled the book away, Nikolai’s hand shot out. His bloody fingers wrapped around my wrist. It wasn't the possessive, arrogant grip I was used to. It was a desperate, dying anchor.

“That one is an important matter. Prepare well for it. Once I’ve finished dealing with things in Marina Sands, I’ll return to Arcania to reunite with you.” “Thank you for giving me another chance. I thought you wouldn’t come back after leaving.” His eyes glistened, like those of a stray puppy longing for a home. After parting with Quentin, I immediately called a moving company to pack my belongings. Halfway through packing, Justin Nolan returned. He walked into the chaotic apartment, his voice low and angry. “What are you doing, Viola?” I set down the suitcase in my hands and gazed at the face that had captivated me for three years.

Chinyere asked, "Are you also going to discourage me?" "I have no say in the matter," Tina said, "I wish I had taken the chance when I had it, but now I can't leave." "What do you mean?" Chinyere turned to face Tina. "I was in your position just a little more than a year ago," Tina said, "I was bought and married off. I had so many chances to escape but I didn't. Now, I have no choice but to stay." "Why?" Chinyere asked. "Because of Solomon," Tina sighed.

It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER. Not long before Christiana's life took a drastic turn, she borrowed the book from one of her workmates and had only read five chapters of the book before she was kidnapped. But she couldn't deny that only the first chapter of the book got her so hooked that she couldn't put it down. And now, the silly women ended up forgetting she was supposed to only take a peek and leave. She became so engrossed in the novel she was reading that she didn't hear the bathroom door creaking open. Well, not until...

At the party the night before our wedding, I came across a couples' challenge post online: [If I weren't an option, who would you most want to marry?] I smiled as I asked my fiance, Julian Hayes. He didn't hesitate. "Vivian." Vivian Bennett was my younger sister. My best friend chimed in. "Honestly, Vivian does understand him best. Every time you two fight, she's the one who stays up talking to Julian until dawn." Vivian reached over and gave him a playful punch on the chest. "Better keep your fiance in line, sis. Can't have him pining after me all the time." The whole table erupted in laughter. My mother, Margaret Bennett, gave an amused tsk. "It's just a joke. Besides, Vivian never complai