The One That Got Away Novels & Stories

“What?” “If it’s really over for you—give me the other half.” I hesitate. “I… I don’t have it,” I say. “I lost it.” Zane studies me, quiet, unreadable. “You’re lying.” “Believe what you want.” I adjust my bag and walk past him without another word. I don’t stop until I’m out of the building, down the steps, away from him. Away from the past. But the past… it has teeth.

I listened to the boy. Without a second of hesitation, I scrambled to my feet, pushing myself up off the floor. Ignoring the gasps behind me, I ran out of the banquet hall like I’d lost my mind. I didn’t know where I was going. I just kept running. At some point, a stiff card had been pressed into my hand. Under the dim streetlights, I saw what it was. A one-way ticket to the south. Departure time: two hours from now.

“One of their partners, now out of a job, was literally being evicted. Someone involved him or the mind from behind. Woody Scavengers, now, was the master con man, he stole all of his company's money, he tried to run away to be chased by the police on the state highway.

Go, go. She walked away, taken aback not so much by what had happened as by the consequences. The culprit of the commotion was waiting for execution, but in reality it turned out that no one cared about her, or Tamir, or their involvement in the escape of the captive ... * * *

After my family went bankrupt, my wife, Claire Finley, was drowned in the river by debt collectors. To pay off our debts, I took on a job at an underground casino as a human punching bag. Every punch I took earned me 50 bucks. Then, one day, I'm about to deliver drinks to a private room. Through the crack in the door, I see Claire—supposedly dead—sitting in the seat of honor, leisurely sipping a glass of fine red wine. "It's been over three years since I last saw Nathan. I wonder how he's doing." Dad, dressed in a sharp suit despite our family's so-called bankruptcy, sighs. "He's probably been hiding away, grieving for a few years. Once he gets over it, he can always find someone else.

I had always been terrible with directions. The moment I stepped outside my familiar neighborhood, I could lose my bearings completely. My fiancé insisted that after we got married, we'd move to the suburbs, so I needed to learn how to find my way around on my own. For six months, he repeatedly dropped me off in unfamiliar places and watched me break down in tears as I wandered in circles. Tonight, as a torrential storm battered the city and the old waterfront industrial district prepared to close for construction, he left me at its entrance with a map marked with incorrect exits. "Find your way to the parking garage, and I'll consider your training complete." I followed the street sig

As if on cue my phone rang and it’s a call from the guy trailing her, “Boss, she got away! She got away! I can’t find her, I have no idea how she got away. I was following her and she parked the car and went into a restaurant and she never came out. I waited for her to come out but she never did. When I went back into the restaurant, she wasn’t in there and there is no other way out of the restaurant. I have no idea how she got out, I can’t find her.” he told me, sounding frustrated and confused.

she said and walked away I watched her as she walked away and what she said kept playing like a song on repeat mode in my head, nevertheless, I ignited the car and made my way to the highway, I played some cool hip-hop music to lighten up my mood. I pulled up at an apple store to get a new laptop when my phone rang, I picked up the call since it was a new number, it could be one of my investors "Good afternoon, this is Miss Bella speaking, who am I speaking with please?" I asked

Account suspended. Her hands shook. “No… no, no, no…” She slammed the lid shut, breath shallow. He had taken everything. The money. The plan. The escape. Her phone buzzed again, a text, unknown number. “You played your part well, doll. Enjoy motherhood.” — D.

she added. After that day She went back to that club every night hoping that she could meet him again but failed. It took Theresa months before giving up on searching the Juan she met that night. Her first time with him keeps on haunting her. For 2 years she dated a lot of men but no one was able to par with her standards, it was like no one was better with the one she met that night. He was the only one that he considered "the one that got away" even though they only shared one nightstand.