All The Lonely People Novels & Stories

"Hello, everyone. I am Jeremy Davis, Lily's boyfriend. She asked me to read the following poem that she wrote on her behalf. When the days are like morning and childhood sings, I will remember how your cell phone rings, When moments seem fleeting, and I still believe you'll always be there, Who are you? You are my mom, You won't get to see me preparing for prom, But you will forever, always be mom, When the skies become the night, The morning sun will show its light, I've found the wings of a sparrow that you will soon wear, It's hard to see you when to me, your soul is everywhere, When I miss your camera making a click, The annoyance of saying 'cheese' made me tick,

The transformation was not as hard as the first one, but it was painful nonetheless. A cold wind hit me and I realised I was naked from head to toe. My hands immediately went to cover my breasts and my womanhood and my eyes wandered around the clearing, looking for my sports bra and booty shorts. I found them, but I realized they were shredded to pieces. Must be why we were told to wear as little clothing as possible. Aunt Meghan threw a towel at me and I rushed to wrap it around my freezing body. Uncle Travis did the same to Adam and within a few seconds, we were all walking into the house.

Maybe I wasn't cut out for love, maybe I was destined to be alone forever. The lonely wolf, nice name right? If that's the title I was given then maybe I should stick with it. Afterall, it's better than getting hurt over and over again. It's really sad when I thought about it though, when I thought about all the things I have been through.

I listened to Ari excitedly tell Logan about how their children would play and learn how to fight in the square and I looked at Zara briefly before we laughed. Soon, people started coming out, one after the other. We stood waiting for them all to come out since the old man had spoken about a welcome ceremony. I was curious about how it was done but something suddenly seemed off. All the men coming out were huge and I did not need a soothsayer to tell me that they were all lycans. I could also see the surprise on Ari's face as she asked the old man, "why are there only men in the neutral pack? Are there no women? And why do they all look like lycans?"

I start to wonder what kinds of diseases these people might have. “I mean kind of, but it’s more like going to a dispensary. Have you ever bought weed before?” He asks “Uh no, I’m not old enough” “Oh right.” He says. The mood feels uncomfortable now, for the first time. I ask him if we can turn back, and we do. The walk back goes by quickly and silently. We only stop when Louise decides to do her business. We pick up and move on wordlessly. The puppy picks up on our change of mood after this and acts accordingly. She walks even in pace with us and even stands still as Darren opens the door to his apartment. He releases her from the harness and she goes into a bedroom and lays down. Once Loui

I glanced down at the divorce papers in my hands, my eyes welling up with pain. Right then, someone called out the holes in Yvette's story. [Can't you see? She's all about the drama, demanding a divorce, crying for compensation, but where's the proof?] [Who wouldn't be content with a husband like that? Handsome, caring, a family man.] [And let's not forget, Eugene's a grad from one of the best universities in the country. No way he can't land a job.] The skeptical murmurs grew into a roar until I decided it was time to drop a real shocker.

In contrast, Ruby looked like a blooming flower, perfectly put together. Everyone around her was fawning over her, showering her with compliments. "Our beautiful artist Ruby is always so forward-thinking, turning down all those suitors just to become a single mom on her own terms." "Well, Ruby’s rich and independent. She can raise a kid by herself! She’s unlike those stay-at-home wives who ask their husbands for money." All eyes in the room slowly drifted toward me, some with mockery. Ruby laughed and ordered a round of drinks, saying it was her treat for the night.

Antonio had ignited something in me, and I desperately wanted him to keep going. But the persistent knocks showed no sign of stopping. "Yvonne, I know you're in there! Please, come out. I can't survive without my TV," Larry called out again. His voice was growing louder, drawing the attention of other neighbors. Hearing that, I let out a long sigh. I turned back toward Antonio, only for him to lean in and press his lips to mine, his intentions clear. But the knocking outside went on and on. I knew Larry well enough—he was elderly, lived alone, and had no children. Watching old-fashioned cable TV was his sole source of entertainment. Without it, his days became unbearably dull.

hand on Fabian’s shoulder. “You’re not alone in this. We’ve faced worse before, and we’ll get through this too. But we have to be smart about it. We can’t let the darkness win.”Fabian’s gaze finally met Xavier’s, and for a moment, the tension between them eased. But it was short-lived, as a sudden, piercing howl echoed through the forest, sending a shiver down their spines. It was a sound that they both recognized, a sound that heralded the approach of something far more dangerous than any storm.“Alison…” Fabian whispered, his eyes widening with realization.Without another word, the two of them took off into the forest, their movements swift and silent, like shadows in the night. The trees

he wouldn’t have at home, for a disappointed woman was not easy to ignore. Jake ate without tasting his food, wishing he had never come back to Lonesome Dove. It was going to be no pleasure riding north, if Call was so disapproving. He had meant to take Call aside and quietly explain it, but somehow he could not think of the best words to use. Call’s silences had a way of making him lose track of his thoughts—some of which were perfectly good thoughts, in their way. As they ate, the dusk deepened. Sean O’Brien, on the far side of the herd, began to sing his night song, an Irish melody whose words did not carry across the long plain where the cattle stood. But in the still night the sound ca