All The Lonely People Novels & Stories

The kind of cry that comes from the soul, not the throat. Peter held her like glass. His voice was hoarse, but he stayed strong. “Hey. You don’t have to cry like that. I’ll be coming to see you as often as I can. Every break I get, I’m there. You’ve got your laptop—I installed Skype myself. We’ll call every day if you want. You’re not alone, Ann. I got you, baby girl.” She shook harder. “But I’ll miss you, Pee. I don’t know anyone there. What if it’s lonely? What if I can’t—”

I bit my lip, feeling a bit embarrassed, and could only offer a brief explanation. “Farrell drives a long-haul truck. He only comes home a few times a year.” “I see…” Hearing this, Cowell nodded knowingly, though I did not notice the fleeting gleam of shrewdness that flashed beneath his eyelids. As time went by, all my heat seemed to converge on my lower abdomen. It felt as if a furnace had suddenly been activated in my core. I wanted it so badly… No, I cannot make a fool of myself in front of Jetson’s friend. That would be utterly humiliating.

Mikkel grabbed the book that was plopped before her nose and threw it at the coffee table that was on the far end of the room. "Fine...." The two of them plopped down on the worn-out sofa with their bowls of Caesar salad and dumplings. Ever since Meghaal entered his life the young man felt less lonely. His days no longer were spent with reheated food consumed alone in the deafening silence of the room that was only disturbed by the chirping crickets that inhabited the surrounding trees of the forest he called home. His parents, as loving as they were, were too busy with pack affairs to be on time to catch a warm meal with their son. Aphrodite had made his lonely life much more bearable ever

It had been Julia's first art show and she hadn't wanted to disappoint her so she accepted the invitation and had also worn the slinky, fitting, red gown Julia had begged her to wear. She had been standing at a corner, trying to avoid the crowd while looking at one of the paintings. It was named, the sinful seductress, and it showed a woman wearing a red gown that had been hiked up far above her thighs as she laid down on a four poster bed, hands spread, hair tousled and a round, sinfully red mouth slightly open that seemed to beckon on to her lover.

He slides a photograph across the desk to me and I snap it up and raise it to examine. The photograph has age, a bit crumpled in one corner. It depicts a family, a once happy family. Leda and her husband stand smiling and proud above a young girl, a young girl who's eyes turn my stomach. I blink several times and redirect my attention to Jonah. "Who is this?" "Mira Marshall. Here, look through this." He shoves the cellular phone at me and I hastily poke around until I have pulled up the picture gallery.

My birthday isn't too far off now.... I sat at my desk, daydreaming out my window. The wind blowing through the trees, ever so gently the leaves rustle. The sun dances on them, as they wave across the sky. Not a cloud to be seen. A knock at my door brings me back to reality. I’m forced to skip training so that my parents can bother me about every detail of my birthday party. “Yeah?” “Your highness, are you avai-” Hysterical laughing ensues “ OH MY GOD I almost made it through. Damn it El, you get 20 bucks.” Dylan is trying to catch his breath through his laughter.

The servers' laughter slowly disappeared beneath the roar of the rain. When I stepped outside, my suit was completely soaked. Mud covered my dress pants, ruining any attempt I made to look presentable because of the storm. Passersby looked at me with strange, pitying expressions, as if they knew I had just become the joke of the night. That was when my phone rang. The engagement party was already over, and only then did the missing female lead finally decide to call. "Caleb," Samantha said, sounding perfectly calm, "my team-building event just ended. I’m on my way now. Wait another half hour. I’ll be there soon."

“Where is everyone? Why didn’t they come? “Are they ignoring me now?” Someone nearby looked surprised. “Mr. Jefferson, you don’t know?” Zach frowned. “Know what?” “Joel and Yulia got engaged today. It was a huge, luxurious event, and they even live-streamed it.” “Who got engaged?” Zach shot up from his seat. “Yulia and Joel?” “Yeah, since it’s Yulia, we all thought you knew.” Zach suddenly kicked over his chair in anger. “What the hell?!

The day had just barely broken when Selene stirred awake, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through her small bedroom window. For a few moments, she simply lay there, taking in the silence, feeling the familiar chill of the early hours seep into her bones. She flipped onto her side and glared at the cracked wall opposite her bed—a grim reminder of the long years that had passed under the Blood Moon pack house, filled with endless chores, humiliation, and loneliness. But today was different. Today was a new beginning.

Lilyanne's grin widened at the sight of Jimmy trampling me under his boot. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo. She studied the image with a satisfied hum. "Nicole, you look so much better like this. You look best when you're stomped on. "This photo looks great. In fact, it's as good as your nudes from the bar—you know, the ones scattered across your wedding day. "Be honest with me. Even though I drugged you that time, you enjoyed it, didn't you? You should be thanking me. Someone with your looks would never have had the chance to entertain over ten men in one night."