Alone Cry Novels & Stories

he blurts out effusively, "Why are you so good to me?” "Good?" I repeat, thinking deeply about that word. Alana called me good too recently but, I’m obviously good to her, as much as I can. She is the only person I love. With Rio, I guess I'm just being a decent person, "I don't know man, don't get all sentimental. Eat fast." { Alejandro } "How the fuck do you want me to be okay with you living alone with an Alpha, Alex? You're seriously starting to worry me. Is your head okay?" Laurie spits, all worked up over nothing, once again.

Although, from their perspective, it was probably weird for everyone else, walking around being all unique and alone. 'Alone,' Alice thought. Yes, she had good friends and her family, but without a partner, she was lonely. Being single made her deeply uncomfortable, in a way she couldn't fathom. It was as if she were a fractured piece of a whole being, waiting for someone else to fill in the gaps. Like everything she did was of no value because there was no special person to show it to. As she looked at Riley, her heart started to flutter. 'No!' she told herself. 'I'm not doing this again! I'm not falling for the first jerk who comes along and treats me like dogshit!'

Her head was turning, and she needed to close her eyes to relax. “Is she asleep?” asked Ashlee. Dylan checked out Gaby. Her breath was relaxed. She seems to be asleep right now. “I think so,” Dylan said “Clark, have you ever had a drink with your ex?” Asked Riki. Clark shook his head. “Why?” asked Riki once more. “She doesn’t drink.” Clark’s simple reply.

“What’s wrong, baby?” A beat of silence. I could picture Arlo’s face—those wide eyes, the flush of heat he tried so desperately to hide. The club noise faded into nothing. “I’m all alone,” Arlo whispered. “The heat… it’s starting again. I thought I could handle it this time, but the apartment feels too big and everything hurts. Come home. Please.”

All narrowing into this one breath. “If we cross this line,” I said, voice barely there, “there’s no going back.” “Good.” His forehead touched mine. Soft. Intentional. I closed my eyes. For one second, the world outside that hallway disappeared. No cameras. No owner pulling strings. No fans picking sides. Just us. His thumb traced slow circles on my wrist. “You drive me insane,” he whispered. “You don’t make it easy.” “That’s not what I mean.” I opened my eyes.

I asked, my fingers hovering over the keys. "What's the difference?" Tia asked, her voice dripping with scepticism. "Instaconnect is for people who want to meet up in twenty minutes for something that involves very little talking," I explained. "Lovebomb, on the other hand, is for the long game. It’s got algorithms, personality quizzes, and a much lower 'creep' factor. That’s where I found Kyle."

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.

"We've reviewed Aubree's call history for the past year and found that every single call was made by you." Freya quickly defended herself. "She forced me to call her! She was afraid that if she called me, Mom would overhear and hate her even more." Patrick's face darkened as he laid out the evidence in front of her. "Then, explain this to me. What is this?" On the table were the chat logs between me and Freya. The words burned into my eyes, crushing my spirit all over again. "You filthy bitch. You deserve to be an orphan. How does it feel to have killed your own father and be hated by your own mother? Aubree, you're nothing but a worthless stray.

Most importantly, if we don’t complete it, Mother will die. My four Ones walk with me, surrounding me in a square formation. Akin leads to my left, close enough that he can push me out of harm’s way if the moment strikes. Of all the men here, he’s the only one I truly know. The only one I truly love. When all this began, I’d hoped he was my only One, but it seems the fates had other ideas.

David returned home looking like a shell of a person. He had numbed himself with alcohol. Betty did not dare approach him. She wanted to ask where her mother was, but deep down, she had a feeling that something bad had happened to Jasmine. She did not dare to think about it. She had not even had the chance to tell her mom she won first place in her dance competition. Betty held back her tears, watching as her father drank glass after glass. David tilted the bottle back, but it was empty. He blinked through a haze of drunkenness, swaying slightly with the bottle in his hand.