Book On Being Alone Novels & Stories

the ground where he'll be, together you'll win ___ I glance at the book in my hands, knowing fully well I am not reading anything, and it's one of my favorite. I stare round the park, and see it's crowded and bursting with life, and no one notices me, all caught up in their own lives, and I don't know if that's beautiful or selfish. I have this insane need to be alone, I want to run from here, not to New Orleans, somewhere far away where no one knows me, where I can be whoever, and they's be no strange women ranting prophecies, then disappearing.

The closest thing to a friend I have right now is Nelson, from next door, who’s an even bigger bibliophile than I am. It took me quite some time to get used to living alone in the house my grandmother had left me. On most days, I feel lonely. I feel like all my life has been about holding myself together with tape and glue. Every day I’m trying to keep myself from falling apart. So things like online book auctions, reading, watching horror and thrillers and writing — these things take my mind off the loneliness. While I was drowning myself in thought, I got an iMessage from Nelson.

"I was the type of person who needs company to do stuff like, you know... I grew up in a town where I was always surrounded by people. And I moved to a school where I barely knew anyone. I had friends, but they were busy with their lives as well. Whenever my obligations at school extend to nighttime, I tend to be alone and, of course, lazy cook for my dinner. I always go to this cafe to have dinner. It was always this cafe. I would endure my growling stomach and walk from the campus 'til I arrive here. The food's good, the ambiance is nice plus the music, this place was perfect for relaxing and unwinding. It saddened me that I was enjoying visiting this place alone, doing things alone, eatin

~~~ *** ~~SERENA~~ *** Being alone means learning how to party on your own. And not just the kind of party where you’re scrolling through your phone in bed with your legs tangled in a blanket and crumbs from a chocolate bar stuck to your collarbone. No. This is a full-blown, stand-on-the-coffee-table, blast-the-record-player party. Sober. Alone.

There was a difference between trusting someone to the point of not worrying about them to not even thinking about them. It was a lonely spot to be in, it caused you to act careless, reckless even to make someone finally see you for whatever you were. He was still gone, as I searched through the books I had bought, he had bought for me. And I came across the book I had bought for his sister, I grabbed my pen and wrote out a note with my number attached to it. I could only imagine how lonely those hospital floors are. I had read the whole series of the book, I held in my hands you would need someone to talk through it with. I took the book in my hands, and slipped it into Dallas's room just o

My hands shook as I tried calming myself down, taking a deep breath “I know that you’re going to tell me that I’m here, and I know that you’re going to tell me that you love me. I know all that, Elijah, but I just feel so bloody damn alone” Elijah didn’t comment about what I said, and I knew that if anyone understood what I was going through, it would be him. To be surrounded by all these people and yet to feel alone. The one person I felt whole around was him “you’re the one family that I have in this world, Elijah…”

Do you like the idea of being fucked senseless by a pack of wolves who’d buy you like livestock if they could? The mirror didn’t answer and neither did Ivy for a heartbeat. Then she whispered, small and wounded, "I just… don’t want you to be alone if they don’t come back." I let out a short, ugly, the sound that sounded like a cackle or laughter “Alone?” I hissed, dragging the zipper the rest of the way up. It caught again on a fresh welt. I yanked harder. Pain bloomed bright across my ribs. Good. Pain I understood. “Tesoro, I’ve been alone since the day my dad died. Alone is my default setting. Alone is safe. Alone means no one gets to break me except me.”

"Are you going back?" "I don't know. But I wanted the option." Celeste laughs. "You've become a romantic." "I've become alive." "Same thing." --- We spend Christmas alone. Not lonely — alone. There's a difference. Lonely is wanting someone to fill a void. Alone is choosing to be with yourself. I cook. Celeste sets the table. The dogs sit nearby, hopeful for scraps. "This is nice," Celeste says. "This is quiet." "Same thing." We eat. We drink wine. We fell asleep on the couch, tangled together, the fire burned down to embers.

They are also the favorite ones. I don't want to feel jealous towards them but I can't help it. I envy them because our parents' attention is always to them. I can't help but to think that, Am I still belong here? Sometimes life is too hard to be alone and sometimes life is too good to be alone. Being alone is also a choice. It's either you need to stand on your own, or let people help you stand, risking your everything that may broke down easily because you trusted them.

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )