Book Loneliness Novels & Stories

Liana’s POV Ihave been alone since my mother died. The loneliness has always spread through my body like rot. Even though I am continuously surrounded by people, it has lurked beneath my skin and threatened to consume me. This morning, when I wake up alone, it feels different. It’s an alone where I can hear my own thoughts; they mingle with the gentle patter of rain against the thin window. For once, I don’t have to perform to anyone, because there are no ladies-in-waiting ushering me out of bed. Instead, I can lie bundled up in the soft quilt in a room filled with intriguing piles of books and sweet-scented herbs.

"Not of you. Of how empty this apartment feels when they're not in it. I keep telling myself I built this life on purpose, and most days I actually love it. Tonight it just feels like a very well-decorated kind of lonely, and I don't know what to do with that except call someone, and apparently the someone my brain reached for was you." "I don't think that's something to be scared of," he said quietly. "I think loneliness doesn't care how well-earned the independence around it is. You can want exactly the life you're building and still find the quiet parts of it hard some nights." "Is it like that for you too?" The question came out smaller than I intended. "On the nights they're with me?"

Chen calls it progress. I call it distraction with better PR. "You're being cynical," she observes during our session. "I'm being realistic. I'm filling my time with activities so I don't have to think about the fact that I'm desperately lonely and the one person who understood me is off-limits." "Are you lonely? Or are you just alone?" "Is there a difference?" "Enormous difference. Loneliness is feeling disconnected from yourself and others. Alone is simply being by yourself. You can be alone without being lonely if you're connected to who you are."

"Why does it feel like dying? Even just thinking about you leaving." Louis's hands stilled. "Everyone leaves," Lorenzo whispered, and his voice cracked in a way Louis had never heard before. "My mother left. My father left. Everyone I thought would stay…they all go. And it gets so lonely up there, Louis. At the top. There's no one. Just me and the quiet and the dark." His arms squeezed tighter, almost desperate. "Don't leave me too. Please. I know I'm not…I know I don't…"

Uselessness is a new emotion for me and, combined with the overwhelming feeling of loneliness, the combination feels nearly fatal. It only seems to get worse by her waiting on me hand and foot. We have been back for almost two weeks and anytime I wince or get a little sweaty, she panics and fawns over me. She will make a great mom one day, but right now, I don’t need a mom. I need a mate and maybe a little space. It’s a little ironic how loneliness can make you crave alone time. It’s not that I need or want to be alone, really. But I need some space to breathe.

Sade I was feeling the loneliness. Living alone had been fun and new at first, but it quickly got old. I didn’t think I was cut out to be alone. I was bored. Every night I sat on my couch, flipping through channels and texting Trent—assuming he was able to text. I talked to myself—a lot. Probably more than was healthy. I ate alone. I did everything alone.

Phrases from stupid people who have no idea of the true suffering of a millionaire but lonely person. Now I'm experiencing real loneliness. The loneliness of someone who thought he had everything in his hands, of someone who shaped a real diamond and suddenly saw it walk away. No matter how much money you have, nothing can buy love. Fool's gold! It seems to glitter like gold, but it only satisfies the eyes without being worth anything.

I was the happiest woman alive, I wished to relive the night over and over and over again till eternity. If we spent the night together, it only meant he saw me as his mate, and he was also in love with me, right? That was why he could not resist the temptation because he craved for my body the same way I craved for his. I looked at the bruises on my arms, it was all worth it. But my smile faded when Lucian was nowhere to be found. I looked side to side, expecting to see him on the other side, but I was well aware from the time I had awoken that I was alone.

My body is tired and aches because of sitting for such a long time. I look around me and don’t see anything. There is darkness all around me. I had found the door with quite a difficulty. I feel like I have become blind. This darkness has started to creep me out. The never-ending silence is making me insane. I want to hear the voice of someone else. I am sick and tired of this loneliness. This loneliness is eating me from the inside.

That was not what was thought. About what? The fact that loneliness, it turns out, can choke. As if an invisible hand is squeezing the throat and there is no strength to take a breath. The heart beats wildly, the chest hurts, the body shakes trembling. I want only one thing - to break out of the heavy, crushing walls, and run, run, run ... Anywhere, but run. Escape from an ancient fortress that sucks life out drop by drop. At least for a moment to be free, where there are no bloodied bodies, bluish dead, no living, but hopelessly dead people in the soul.