All The Lonely People Novels & Stories

But maybe that was it — maybe that’s what this place did. It stripped people down to their worst parts. The fear, the anger, the hunger. It made monsters out of the already broken. I swallowed hard and pushed my tray away. Hoodie guy, sitting across from me, hadn’t said a word during the whole thing. He was still staring at the doorway where 0521 had disappeared, his jaw tight, that easy smile finally gone. When he spoke, his voice was quiet. “People like him don’t last long.” I wanted to believe him.

For a text, maybe, something calm and final that would at least be a period at the end of this screaming sentence. By 9:00 PM, the last of the grey daylight had bled from the sky. The silence was no longer anticipatory; it was absolute, verdict. He wasn’t coming back. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. The hope curdled, leaving behind a familiar, acidic loneliness, far more potent than any hangover. I was adrift. Truly, utterly alone. And in that moment, there was only one port in the storm, no matter how strange or digital.

I leaned back against the slick, icy wall, my long, tangled hair clinging to the moisture-soaked stone. I had sent Markel with a note for Donna, a desperate attempt to reach my brother, the only one left who might still stand by my side. But as the night stretched on, the small sliver of moonlight that cut through the high, grated window above me slowly receded, surrendering to the pale, indifferent light of dawn. Yet still, there was no sign of Markel.

"She's just a kid, and she's already out there getting hotel rooms with people? And now that she's gone missing, she's making all of you run in circles? "Pat, why do you still bother with a walking disaster like her? Wouldn't it be better if she just died out there somewhere?" The cold fury in her eyes made me shudder. Patrick finally seized the chance to speak. "Grace, Aubree booked Room 318." Mom had been about to snap back, but suddenly, she froze as if something had just come to mind.

Maybe then you'd know me 'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fuckin' lonely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely What if you had it all But nobody to call? Maybe then you'd know me 'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fuckin' lonely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely VERONA'S POV ( ELIZABETH'S MOTHER)

With a knife in hand, Olivia Gerber catches Caleb Jebb in bed with another woman for the ninth time, only to discover that the woman is none other than her younger sister, Shannon Gerber. The usually aloof Caleb suddenly grabs the knife and drives it deep into his own abdomen. "Don't hurt Shannon." Caleb stares at Olivia with bloodshot eyes, his voice unexpectedly shaking. "You can get back at me however you want. I'll accept it. Are you happy now?" Olivia freezes on the spot, her fingertips numb from the warmth of his blood. The next moment, Gerald Gerber, her father, hurries over and slaps her across the face. He launches into a furious tirade. "Olivia, have you lost your mind? All

“I’m sorry. We did everything we could.” Rain streaks down the chapel windows, blurring the world outside into watercolor grief. I sit in the front pew in a black dress, staring at the casket covered in white lilies. Coworkers from the restaurant cry quietly, touching my shoulder, murmuring words of how great my mother was but none of it changes the fact that I am alone! The thought sits in my chest like a stone. As the crowd parts I see him. He stands at the back of the chapel, rain-soaked and disheveled, like he ran here from somewhere far away in his wrinkled and loosened tie.

Ronnie's p.o.v I was very excited to go outside. It has been over two months since I left the house and even though I love home I really need to leave its premises. It has felt like a prison even though Dad tried to make it better. The fact that it was just the two of us in this big house sorta rubbed in the fact that I was trapped. When dad went out and left me behind I was so sure he'd find me dead or something. I excitedly ran down the stairs, mom's scolding about running were safely locked at the back of my mind. I quickly grabbed my bag and headed out. I was quickly hit by not salty fresh air. It was hot and the sun shined with vigour, blistering and forcefully heating anything it touch

Chapter 1: The Boy No One Noticed Rain poured heavily over the quiet city of Brookhaven, turning the streets into shining mirrors of neon light and passing headlights. Most people had already rushed home to escape the storm. But one young man was still walking alone. Ethan Cole pulled his worn hoodie tighter around his head as he walked along the empty sidewalk. His shoes were soaked, his hands were cold, and the rain dripped down his face. Still, he kept walking. Ethan was twenty-four years old, but life had not been kind to him.

He sat alone in the corner, his empty bottles of alcohol piling up in front of him. He wasn't paying attention, so he didn't hear them mention that the Stantons' heiress had been out on a self-searching journey in recent years and had just recently returned. He didn't consider the possibility that the note Jaycie had left him when she left could actually be true. By the time the night was over, it was already late. Cole had drunk far too much, and his steps were unsteady. Wayne and the others saw how badly he was swaying, and they didn't want him to go back alone, so they called Eileen.