Alone In America Novels & Stories

"Tonight, I'm going out of the house. I want to have fun with my friends.” "Have fun?" "Yeah, like going to a bar. Meet the bartender to have lots of drinks and enjoy a one-night stand with a lady.” I just nodded, I know that the world that I have with the world that Alex has is very different. For me, peace is being alone in the house enjoying all the reading books. In contrast to Alex, the happiness he spoke of was drinking, enjoying a night with a woman and listening to noises. “Axen, take care of yourself okay. I want to go."

Being noticed too much had a way of complicating things, and Yang Jun had grown fond of his comfortable, unremarkable position. The bus slowed, and Yang Jun stepped off at his stop. On the way home, he ducked into a local convenience store, the familiar hum of refrigerators greeting him. He picked up a pack of dumplings and some cheese, deciding on a light dinner. The choice felt practical, almost comforting. He paid quickly and headed out, the plastic bag swinging gently at his side. Yang Jun lived alone in a single-bedroom apartment. It was not tiny, but not spacious either. It was not particularly luxurious, yet not uncomfortable. If asked, Yang Jun would say it existed somewhere in betwe

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.

Chapter 5: Dirty Harry Marissa’s POV Waaaaaahhhhhhh. Waaaaaahhhhh. The sound cut through my dream like a rusty blade. One moment, I was on a yacht off the coast of Amalfi, a waiter named Lorenzo bringing me an Aperol Spritz while the gentle Mediterranean lapped against the hull. The next, I was in a detached house in Fellsdello, staring at the ceiling in the grey pre-dawn light, listening to my youngest son’s lungs operating at full, terrifying capacity.

Just Alec and me. Alone.

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

"You've gotten quite bold, Joy. Where did you even get six million dollars? Do you think you can buy your way out of our lives with that money? How could you!" "If six million dollars isn't enough, then name your price," I said. "Enough. Why are we even talking about money? Hurry up and come back, Joy. Gwen has said that she forgives you, so you don't need to apologize to her anymore," Alvin said as he grabbed the phone. He continued threateningly, "If you don't come back soon, Theodore won't marry you!" "So be it. I'm not going back. Goodbye," I said before hanging up the phone and flushing the SIM card down the toilet.

I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies. "A hundred thousand dollars in exchange for the truth." I generously propose to the middle-aged man in front of me. "Excuse me?" asks the man before he glues his feet on the ground. He was simply passing through the corner of the same road with me but ended up getting a surprise proposal. Similar to this young woman with him, they convey these weird looks that are telling me that I might be some kind of psychopath or lunatic who wanders the street and randomly attacks an

But even as I said it, something in me didn’t fully believe it. Because after everything. “Real” didn’t mean safe. I looked down at the phone again. Still dark. Still dead. I pressed the screen. Nothing. No response. No system. No voice behind it. For the first time since this started. I was completely alone. That realization hit differently. Not relief. Not fear. Something in between. Because being alone meant one thing. No control. But it also meant. No protection. I slipped the phone into my pocket and started walking.

•••QUINN••• I pulled out a gun pointing at the last man at the warehouse located in Los Angeles, i cornered him. "Where's Terry Cunningham?" i asked as the man back away washed in confusion. "I'm giving you four seconds to answer..." i said coldly with no emotion. "Please i don't know where he is.. "