The One That Got Away Novel Novels & Stories

" On the plane to New York, I looked out the window at the clouds below. I was going home. Back to the city where I had met Damien. Where I had fallen in love. Where I had been hurt so badly. But this time was different. This time I wasn't running away. I was running towards something. Eleanor was gone. The Blackwood empire was crumbling. And I was free. My phone buzzed as I was dozing. It was an unknown number.

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

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.

Lucy sat there for a long time, staring at the empty chair across from her. Lucy packed her things and walked out of the library. The evening air was clear. She saw Adrian’s car waiting by the fountain, she didn't hesitate. She walked toward the car confidently even though she knew the night ahead would be a nightmare, but as she opened the car door, she felt the folded piece of paper with Jonathan's number in her palm.

He'd never been normal - never ever, his hair colour and oddly long limbs were enough proof. Cwena who seemed to have lost a little of her frustration picked up the book. She rubbed its cover gently, expecting to see maybe a button that'll open the numb book when suddenly, the book slipped off her grasp and opened up, wide. But - it was - empty.

It did not acknowledge our arrival. Adrian handed me one of the books. A novel, translated from French, about a woman who inherits a farmhouse in Provence and systematically dismantles her previous life. "It made me think of you," he said. I turned it over. Read the back. "Is she happy? At the end?" "I don't know. I haven't finished it." "That's not very encouraging." He smiled. "I thought you'd appreciate the honesty."

“Let’s go.” He pressed down the strange feeling, picked up her suitcase. “Alright.” They left together. I stood by the window, listening to the engine start, watching the jeep disappear into the endless white. Then I picked up my own bag. To the airport. Where a plane was waiting. To take me away from this city, away from Adrian Holt, away from every sacrifice disguised as love— and toward a future that finally belonged to me.

Beneath the report was the newly printed divorce agreement. For once, he picked them up and actually read them carefully. I had chosen to walk away with nothing of his. Everything about Derrick disgusted me. I didn't want memories of him to haunt my dreams in the future. But I took everything I had bought with his money without hesitation. I still had some attachment to those things. If Jessica were to move in and dispose of them carelessly, it would have pained me. Just then, Derrick got a call from an unknown number. He answered the call.

Didn't reach out to anyone from my old life. I just sat in that apartment above the hardware store, one hand on my still-flat stomach, and tried to figure out how Nova Hart had become Elizabeth Moore. And how Elizabeth Moore was going to survive what came next. Alone.

“As much as I would like you around, the second season of Laundry Heist wouldn’t watch itself, so off you go” “I’ll text you whatever the outcome is” “Sure, just try not to bathe him with your wine before he starts talking” Camila joked then opened the door. “That will happen if he deserves it” Joan pointed. “Text me when it happens, I want full deets” Camila winked then waved Joan one final by before shutting her door. “Finally, some time to myself” … The taxi stopped in front of ‘De’Luor L’Amour’ restaurant after about twenty minutes of driving, she wasn’t too familiar with this environment mainly because she never bothered about going on outings or hanging out with some elite friends she