A World Without You Novels & Stories

~ Heath ~ “Alpha?” “Do it now!” My command is heavy with my alpha aura, leaving Dane with no choice but to obey. Would it be kinder to shoot them…perhaps…but the werewolf world cannot rebuild if there are no werewolves left. The ominous thud of the electricity lever being turned on resonates within my chest, as one by one my once obedient pack members drop down to the ground. The smell of burning flesh spreading around us, their bodies writhing on the ground in pain.

‘I will make every last one of you pay! She climbed out and dried her body leaving the once-white towel red. Alice bandaged her wounds and dressed in the same clothes. She looked at herself in the mirror. The person staring back at her looked depleted. Who was this person? Every time she looked at herself, a stranger stared back at her. Her eyes held no life in them, only an empty shell stared back. She felt sorry for the girl in the mirror. Why can’t this person just get a break? Why does this world hate her so much that it not only tramples on her but pulls her apart?

The man whispered: “That is the last world's gift.” Eli looked confused. “Mommy?” Evelyn grabbed him. “I'm here.” “Why are you scared?” She looked at his face. Because for one second she had seen him vanish. Because she had finally understood the trap. This world did not prevent loss. It erased the memory of loss. So nothing could ever hurt. The man spoke softly. “You wanted a world where everyone stayed.” Evelyn shook her head. “No.” “You wanted a world where no one could leave you.”

“The fifth world needs nothing.” Emily stared. “Nothing?” “No souls.” “No bodies.” “No choice.” “No possibility.” “Then what exists?” Eve's expression was solemn. “Only continuation.” Emily felt a chill. “A world that exists without anyone living in it.” “Yes.” “That isn't a world.” “It is if existence doesn't require life.” Emily looked at Kael. He understood. “It would be eternal.” Eve nodded. “No death.” “No birth.” “No pain.” “No love.” “No choice.” “No memory.”

Naturally, she would not let her money go to waste. Mimi did not mind Jocelyn’s stare at all. She added, “Of course, I came here to share the joy of my engagement getting canceled with you. Right, also, my brother took action to get Hailey Young canceled from the industry. She won’t be able to do anything in the future!” Jocelyn took a sip of her coffee and said, “In the future, look and think clearly before getting together with a man! Don’t get together with scumbags like Wayne!”

For one moment, she saw what it wanted. A universe without death. Without grief. Without betrayal. Without loneliness. Without war. Without fear. It was beautiful. And empty. Arielle nearly understood the temptation. Then she saw Cassian. She saw Lyra arguing with Elara. She saw Kael laughing. She saw Adrian worrying. She saw Noah discovering who he was. She saw Hope becoming real. She saw the Witness learning how to smile. And she understood. A perfect world without pain would also be a world without the freedom to experience anything deeply enough to hurt.

Without you, I feel broke Like I'm half of a whole Without you, I've got no hand to hold Without you, I feel torn Like a sail in a storm Without you, I'm just a sad song I'm just a sad song Why do I need to hear this? I want to stop it now as I felt so much sadness but I don't want to be a kill joy. Someone immediately popped up in my mind. This song is perfectly describe him, but why? With you, I fall It's like I'm leaving all my past and silhouettes up on the wall

AnniBerry never imagined that one encounter could turn her carefully controlled life upside down. But meeting Marchen changes everything. Mysterious, powerful, and dangerously protective, Marchen is a man surrounded by secrets. When a series of terrifying attacks puts AnniBerry’s life at risk, he takes it upon himself to protect her. What begins as a fight for survival soon becomes something neither of them can control. AnniBerry knows she should stay away from him. Marchen is hiding something, and the closer she gets to him, the more questions she has. Why is someone determined to hurt her? What does Marchen know about the danger surrounding her? And why does he seem willing to ri

This dream had weight. I stood in a hall of mirrors but they weren’t made of glass. They were made of possibility. Each one showed me… not who I’d been, but who I might have been. If I’d never touched the leyline. If I’d chosen to run. If I’d closed the gate the first time, before anything slipped through. Some were terrifying. Some were peaceful. None were true. In the last mirror, I saw something worse than myself. I saw a world without me. A world where the gate had stayed open. Where the song had drowned out every voice, where the stars fell one by one like cinders, and the sky cracked in a clean, perfect line.

“I did not leave you; my physical form may be gone, but my spirit remains with you always. I am here to offer you solace in your time of need, to guide you through the darkness that threatens to consume you.” I reach out a trembling hand towards her, my heart aching with the intensity of my emotions. “I don't know how to go on without you,” I confess, my voice thick with grief. “You were the light of my life, the one who held us all together. How can we face this world without you by our side?”