You're Not The One Novels & Stories

"So, am I the same as Shawn Mendes if all men are the same Key?" Key looks annoyed, our order has arrived and is available at the table. The smell really makes me feel my worms are already singing happily and screaming the words eat in my stomach there. However, I didn't dare to take the skewer when Key's gaze was sharper than the skewer. "Not with Shawn Mendes, never mind. Don't talk about it anymore, you really like wasting my time. The worms in my stomach are starving!”

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𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪!” “𝙒𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧

Oh oh " What are you two like? Huh? My mother and father? Uh? " I ask angry they always do this all the freaking time and it annoys me I'm twenty for Christs sake I'm old enough to take care of my self " Baby you are the youngest around here so it's our responsibility " she points to herself and Remi " To watch over you so yeah we are like your mother and father number two " " Ugh I hate you guys " .I mutter

"My being near you is driving it, but proximity works both ways. You aren't unaffected by this. I know you aren't." "No," I said. "I'm not."

“I'm not Eliora.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

"We are not the same. You might be afraid to do what needs to be done but I'm not. In the end, it's going to be me and him and she won't exist anymore. " Yeah, you're setting yourself up for a rude awakening.

At my pre-wedding blowout, my sister Julia Gallo suddenly challenged my fiancé Lorenzo, heir to the next Don of the Bianchi family, to a "big bet." "Let me guess how many candies you've got in your hand." "Guess right, and whatever my forfeit is, you do it." "Guess wrong, and you're covering all the leftover booze." "I'm guessing... five." She said. Lorenzo opened his right hand. Three. Julia tipped her head back to down the rest of the wine. But then— "You win." Lorenzo pulled his left hand from his pocket. "There are two more. Right here." Julia smiled at him. But tears shimmered in her eyes. She unfolded the note she'd written in advance. "Then I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd actually guess

My phone buzzed one more time. A final message. This one had no video. Just words. Tick tock. Your move.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Kroni whispered into my ear, "You know, You're just like me. A stupid prophecy decided our fate. We were outcasts. Why? Because they were afraid of us." Tears ran down my face knowing he was telling the truth. "And they decided our fate." He continued, "And they are doing it again." "I don't know about you Valerie but I'd fight fate again and again." He wiped away the pouring tears and pacified me, "Tears don't help Valerie. They made you this way, us this way. The broken ones." I sniffled and told him, "I'm not broken." "You are Valerie. You were always the other one."