The Third Party Novels & Stories

Three little words change everything. Showing you care is one thing, but saying these three little words out loud changes the game. When he spoke those three little words, I instantly felt a shift, a warm feeling deep in my core and in my heart. We can pretend nothing has changed all we want, but I’m sure he knows as well as I do everything will change.

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

The Silent Third Floor Ten minutes later, I found myself standing in front of a room on the third floor. This floor was rarely used and far quieter than the lively party downstairs. My breathing was uneven. Logic told me to leave—to run as far away from this house as possible. But curiosity and Davian’s threat pulled me like a tightening noose. I turned the key. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight streaming through a large window. Davian stood there, staring outside. “You came,” he said without turning.

Something that honored who I actually was instead of asking me to be smaller, quieter, more accommodating. The third wedding had given me everything. Not just a husband, but a partner. Not just a marriage, but a true partnership. Not just a happy ending, but a happy beginning. And I was ready for whatever came next. Together. Always together. THE END

“Girl, you’re gorgeous. No way Mr. Gibson would actually leave you. That other woman’s probably just throwing herself at him. He’s just playing around. You’re the one he truly loves.” “Ugh, disgusting. She knows she’s a third party and still does it? Trash.” “Please don’t cry. You’re breaking my heart.” “Men are all the same. Out with the old, in with the new. Don’t get too caught up in him!” “Come on, tell us who she is! I’m dying to roast her!” Wendy waited until the chat had built enough momentum. Then she bit her lip and said softly, “The third party is Mr. Gibson’s ex-girlfriend.”

“Who do you think sent it? The Keepers?” “Most likely,” he replied, stopping to face me. His jaw clenched. “But there’s a chance it’s someone we haven’t accounted for yet. A third party.” “Third party?” The idea sent a chill through me. “You mean someone who isn’t with the Keepers or us?” He nodded, his eyes narrowing. “There are other factions out there—smaller, more secretive groups who want the prophecy for themselves. If one of them found out about your brother…”

Somewhere out there. A third child was alive.

"Winston, don't think too much. Aryanna stole all the supplies and fled. She is not worthy." Winston laughed mockingly, "Nothing big deal. "Take a note, this person passed away about three years ago! "OK, let's call it a day. Vivian is waiting for me at home for dinner."

'R' and 'T' have decided to hire a private investigator to look into the case. It has been a terrific moment for R and T after the death of their third party, Dave. They came together at a place to discuss the way forward. "What do we do at this point?" R questioned. "I don't know, someone is haunting us," T said, thoughtfully. "Dave was killed few days after Kev's death," R said, looking at his friend. "Not just Kev. But, his entire workers!" T spat.

"Hey, my girl. Are you free for a hiking trip the weekend after next? I am planning on a group trip." "Let me see. Sure. I will bring someone to support you. " "You are the best. Is someone new or someone who I already knew?" "You will see. I will tell you in person. What about you? Are you going to invite Joseph? Tell me of your progress." "I don't know. Something had changed. I will let you know later. By the way, this trip was about Penny and her man Kenny. We are the matchmakers during the trip." "Got it. See you then. Can't wait to hear your story about Joseph."