Alone In The Movie Novels & Stories

And I was dangerously close to showing her exactly how her little theory about momentum played out in real life. But with all this, she’d just proven what I’d known long before she ever showed up in this city – lone wolves were fu.cked up.

The photo was of a hospital bed, and the caption read, "Came back all alone for treatment. How sad." The guests began to whisper about the groom suddenly running away from his own wedding when my brother, Alvin Chilton, stepped forward. "Joy, you've always been strong, so I know you can handle this alone. Gwen needs me more than you right now." With that, he was out the door as well. Both of them had deserted me for the same woman. I tried calling Theodore's phone, but it remained unreachable. Soon, I noticed that Gwen had updated her social media account again.

There she was. Alina sat in the far corner of the room, small and hunched, her knees drawn up to her chest. She wasn’t tied, but the slump of her shoulders screamed exhaustion. Her hair clung to her face, and her dress — pink, torn, dirt-stained — made her look smaller than ever. A man leaned against the wall, rifle slung carelessly. His face was taut with impatience. And in the center, standing with a megaphone in hand, was Leo. Obsessed.

On the screen, my face was completely covered by a wide-brimmed hat and a mask. The oversized black trench coat concealed my body shape entirely. Patrick only recognized me because he had known me for years. Just one glance at my silhouette, and he was certain. Mom barely spared the screen a glance before scoffing dismissively. "Enough, Patrick. If you're trying to use this to make me care about Aubree, then you're an embarrassment to that uniform you're wearing. If that jinx Aubree really is dead, make sure to let me know right away. I'll cook up a feast to celebrate."

"Papa promises. And we'll find a way to free you." Emma also hugged Alina tightly. "I love you, sweetheart," she whispered in Alina's ear. "Don't give up. Please." "I'm trying," Alina whispered back. Adrian stopped at the door and looked at Alina with eyes full of determination. "Rest. Don't worry too much. We'll take care of everything." They left—leaving Alina alone in the hospital room. For the first time in months, Alina was truly alone. No Daniel beside her.

Not to her. Past her. Like she was invisible. “Please don’t leave me alone,” she whispered. The bedroom door opened. Closed. Click. The sound echoed through the empty penthouse like a gunshot. Aria was left on the cold marble floor. Alone. Destroyed. Disowned. Broken. She stayed there all night. Curled into herself. Crying in the dark. Until there were no tears left. Until the sun rose over the frozen city. And she was still there. Alone.

My younger brother, Jude Lockhart, is so obsessed with my girlfriend, Kendra Sable, that he's become mentally unstable. He threatens to kill himself every few days. Desperate to keep Jude from hurting himself, my parents and Kendra come up with a twisted little game. They put together a series of mystery boxes. Whoever draws the box marked "Skip" loses the date, while the other person gets to take Kendra out. I refuse to play along at first, but Kendra reassures me that it's only a way to keep Jude calm. She asks me to cooperate for the sake of keeping the family together. But I have terrible luck. That means Jude gets to go on the date with Kendra every time, and all I can do is watc

She must have been too drunk to stay awake. Anastasia had already drifted off to sleep, curled up with Jaxon on the big sofa. When Alina went to the bathroom, Dominic followed her, and they never returned. Now, it was just Maximilian and me left, watching the movie in the dim glow of the screen. The breakup scene came up toward the end, and no one had warned me that it had a sad conclusion. I wasn’t ready for it. I felt a knot tighten in my chest as I subconsciously gripped my arm, feeling an intense connection with the woman in the picture on the screen.

The headline across the bottom of the screen read: THE MOVIE GODDESS ALINA PENELOPE LEWISTON RETURNS WITH A BLOCKBUSTER AFTER A YEAR-LONG COMA. SHE IS SET TO MARRY THE ENIGMATIC BILLIONAIRE, VICTOR MCCALLUM. I froze in my seat. What did that mean? I was still reeling when I heard the sharp click of heels resounding on the floor, and a familiar, sweet scent of vanilla filled the air. I turned, and my lips parted. Alina walked into the room, dressed in a red gown. Her hair cascaded down her back; her face and body were flawless.

The one I made while looking at my own face in the mirror — at the woman who had absorbed more than she had ever expected to absorb and was still standing, still thinking, still the person she had chosen to become rather than the person any of this had tried to make her. Come alone. Or the child dies next. I understood what Alan would say. I could construct the argument in his voice with complete accuracy — the threat was designed to isolate me, separating me from protection was the entire point, going alone was exactly what Cole wanted and therefore exactly what I shouldn't do. He would be right. And I was going anyway.