Alone And Unafraid Book Novels & Stories

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

_ Emily barely stepped inside before dropping on the couch, exhaling hard as her bag slid from her shoulder. Ava glanced at her, then back at the magazine in her hand. “You look like you just survived a world war,” she remarked, flipping the pages. “Yeah, I survived Rex Hale,” Emily muttered, bending over to pull off her shoes. “You met Rex Hale?” The magazine slipped off Ava's hands as her voice echoed, and her eyes widening as if Emily just told her she had met a god. “That's the part that got you? What about the part where I said I survived him? That man humiliated me.”

My mom used to say, "Fringes stand for standing strong and independent, Becca. Never lose yourself." My vision blurred all of a sudden. I had not shed a tear when they smeared my name, laughed at me, when my love doubted me, or when my daughter turned against me. However, at the thought of my mom's words, the tears would not stop. The world was too big, and then it was just me. The breeze rustled through the fringes, carrying a scent that reminded me of my mom's gentle touch. I wiped the last tear and steeled myself.

We parked across the street and just… sat. Raymond stayed quiet, letting me breathe. “This was the first place I ever lived alone,” I said after a while. “I used to think survival looked like cheap rent and never asking for help.” “You won't live like that anymore.” “I don’t want to be afraid of who I was.” He reached over, took my hand. “Then let’s bury that fear today.” We crossed the street slowly. I walked past the door, past the mailboxes, down the alley to the fire escape where I used to sit on hot nights, writing in my journal and pretending life was lighter than it was.

He never danced. He just watched. Tonight, the woman who usually played it safe, the quiet girl with control, was gone. She wanted something raw, something that would tear through her nerves and leave her burning. Alina’s skin prickled as the bass vibrated deep into her bones. She moved carefully, trying to remain invisible but somehow unable to look away from the dark corner where he sat. Tonight, she stepped into his line of sight. Tight black dress, no bra, a heartbeat she could feel in every inch of her skin.

I know he is breaking inside too, seeing me like this. “I’m afraid,” I admitted suddenly, the words tearing free before I could stop them. “I’m afraid that everyone who comes close to me will be hurt. That choosing you doomed my father. That trusting anyone at all is just another way to lose them.” Austin’s expression softened but there was pain there too. “And I’m afraid that one day you’ll look at me and see another cage.” That stopped me cold. “I would never…” “I know,” he interrupted gently. “But fear doesn’t listen to reason. It listens to scars.”

The click of it was loud in a way it had never been before, maybe because it was the first time I was going to be alone in the mansion for a whole week. I stood in the entrance hall for a moment, hand still on the knob, listening to the car fade down the road until there was nothing, just the house. Just the particular silence of a large space with only one person breathing in it. It was going to be fine. I told myself and went to the kitchen. The soup was good. I ate it at the counter standing up because sitting at the table alone felt too awkward, scrolling through social media with one hand. I finished it, washed the bowl, dried it and kept it back where it was before.

“Because I’m done waiting to be saved.” A flicker of something crossed Rafael’s face. “That’s not all.” I exhaled sharply. “I want to be untouchable.” His brow lifted. “Untouchable?” “I want to make sure that no one can ever take me again. That no one can ever put their hands on me, lock me up, break me down.” My voice hardened. “I don’t want to be a damsel waiting for rescue. I want to be the one people fear. The one no one dares to lay a hand on.”

My name: Anastasia Sanchez. “Oh no!” I grunt. I stare at the screen in disbelief, my mind tottering with questions and fears. Still with trembling fingers, I click its title, my heart pounding ever louder in my chest as I face my fears. As the book’s information loads, my eyes widen in shock, my breath is halted at my throat. There, in bold letters, is the announcement that’s beyond dreading—BONDED II WILL BE WRITTEN BY ANASTASIA (ALONZO) SANCHEZ, A GRADUATING STUDENT FROM ADAMSON UNIVERSITY AS PER AUTHOR AGNESS’ PERMISSION, along with a blurb that makes me wanna pass out.

Hello Readers! Thank you for joininng me on this journey! I hope you are continuing to enjoy An Unwanted Fate! Our trio seems to be getting on well for the moment but I promise there are many more twists and turns in store as well as plenty more steamy encounters! If you are enjoying the book so far, please do leave me a review or a comment. I would love your feedback and hear your thoughts on the story! I am 20 chapters in to book 2 and will begin posting as soon after book one is complete. It will include Beta Zayne's story. Much love! Cara