Book On Being Alone Novels & Stories

Penelope 's face suddenly bloomed into a calculating smile, "I also want to know, what will he do?" "I feel that when Alma and Lauren fight, Mr Thompson will hate them and chase them far away! Only you are worthy of being a Mrs Thompson . " Penelope's assistant said. .... .... .... A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone....People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world. I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alo

“And you don’t have to do it all alone.” I looked at him then, really looked at him—his strong jaw, the softness of his eyes, the way he was always there when I needed him, even if he didn’t say much. He never pushed me to talk when I wasn’t ready, but he always listened when I did. He gave me space, but he never left me in it. “I don’t want to be alone anymore,” I confessed softly, more to myself than to him. “I’ve spent so long being independent, carrying everything by myself. But with you... I feel like I don’t have to be. You make it okay to just... be.”

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.

Interesting Facts about the Lonely God that nobody asked for 1. Not many people know this but The Lonely God is an individual book in the trilogy Of Me and My Mate. The first book in the series is called My Mate is My Enemy, which is the story about Nefret’s grandparents. It was my first ever werewolf book on Wattpad. The second book in the series is called Chasing My Mate which is the story about Erika’s parents. You need not read the previous two books to read The Lonely God but if you are curious and have some penny to spare then you’ll find the books on Dreame. You’d have to pay to read though.

It was into this quiet emptiness that Elise ventured, accompanied by a now-breathless Abby who immediately darted off again, her mission accomplished. "So," Elise began, leaning against the doorframe and surveying my quiet room with a sympathetic eye. "Isn't this incredibly, mind-numbingly, soul-crushingly boring? Aren't you lonely here?" I let out a dry chuckle, gesturing vaguely at the four walls that had become my universe. "I mean, yeah. It's a curated experience in solitude. No phone, no TV, no internet, no background noise except the occasional argumentative chicken. Just me, my thoughts, and the literary adventures of a very hungry caterpillar and a giving tree. It's… quiet."

I suddenly had a real understanding of what it meant to be alone. I had been mired in grief and just managing to put one foot in front of the other. I hadn’t had time to feel really alone until that moment. It was my own fault. I had bought a big ass house and had no people to fill it with. It only compounded the loneliness.

Rock bottom has its firm grip on me. “And you’re living alone which means you can do whatever the hell you want whenever you want.” Jayler went on and I saw through the eager naivety right there. “I just can’t wait for the day that I’ll be on my own.” “Oh, be careful what you wish for.” I trailed knowing that living alone isn’t always that liberating and fun. The loneliness kills you most especially if you are single as fuck. Staring at the four walls ain’t even that fun. You have to do all the work too. “Living alone isn’t always that fun and this is coming from a person who’s been living alone for five years.”

That the loneliness of believing you were the only one who had ever stood exactly here was the thing the book dissolved, one reader at a time, in the particular alchemy of honest writing received by someone who needed it. She had written to say: you are not alone. Today the women had written back to say: I know. I know I am not alone. Because of you, I know. That was it. That was the whole thing. She turned off the lamp in the study. Walked through the dark house to the bedroom. Got into bed beside her husband. Lay in the dark. Felt the day settle into the particular quality of a day that had been what it was supposed to be — completely, honestly, without performance or management or the com

"To be honest, I have no damn clue. I've been saving my money though, and Marta and Bill would shit, bit I really just...ugh. Well, I want to go somewhere. Do something. Between the studying, side jobs and being in that depressing house, I just want to break the routine. A change of scenery." "I feel you! I'm wanting the same, but I was too afraid to do do alone. I was just waiting on you to say something like that so I'd have a partner in crime. I don't have the balls to go solo." I smile. "Me either. Bill has kind of freaked me out over the years. If a dude follows me through the 7/11 I'm already reaching for the industrial strength dog deterrent and convinced it's my end." She laughs.

He took out his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart, but it was still powered off. He stood there, staring at the screen as it dimmed, lit up again, and then dimmed once more. People passed by him constantly, some dragging suitcases, some laughing as they called home to say they’d arrived safely, and some being pulled into warm embraces, greeted with excited cries. Only he stood there alone, with nowhere to go.