But Nobody Came Novels & Stories

That same night, Evan rushed over to Wendy's place. He looked desperate. "Is Nancy here with you?" Wendy did not even look up as she packed up my things. Evan was in a panic, his hands tightly gripping Wendy's arm as he yelled, not caring how he looked. "Tell me, where's Nancy? Did you hide her? Bring her out to see me now!" Wendy's eyes were red as she broke free from him. "She's gone! She passed away this morning! She won't be in your way anymore. Are you happy now?"

And I wouldn’t sleep until I did. But one question kept bothering me…’Why did no one seem surprised by his absence at dinner?’

I left the sentence hanging, not wanting to voice my growing fears. The girls nodded and with a sigh, I sat down on a chair while they did the same, sitting next to me. … We were wrong. No one came. As we waited, the minutes turned into hours, and an eerie silence settled over the festival grounds. No one came. Not a single soul. Again, I had to forcibly hold back my tears as I hoped that maybe, just maybe, someone would show up. I heard one of the maids sigh and I turned to look at her. It was one of the quiet ones and she timidly raised.up her eyes to meet with mine.

Chapter 135 Diana's pov. “No one showed up,” he repeated again as we all silently stared at him in confusion. “What do you mean no one showed up?” One of the men in the room couldn't take the silence much longer and began to interrogate him in anger. John began to narrate, “We kept waiting but no one showed up.” I tilted my head lightly as I was beyond confused, maybe they hadn't gotten here yet due to their large number. Maybe they took some kind of break, they should have been here already.

At the very least, not now. Two days after I was discharged, Aiden finally came home. Chloe was sent to her grandmother's house. I was sitting alone at the dining table, eating a bowl of plain noodles. He walked in, took off his coat, changed his shoes, and glanced at me. His voice was indifferent as he said he was out of town for a conference the past two days. I kept my head down, focusing on my noodles, and didn't bother responding.

The next day, I woke up, took a quick bath and rushed downstairs. But strangely no one was around. It's empty. My eyes narrowed around the whole area and I shrugged it off . "Strange." I mumbled to myself, searching for the guys. Where was everyone? Did they leave somewhere in the morning or something? Why didn't they tell me? It's already an hour but still no sign of anyone . Not even Ana. Does she went to visit her parents? I helped myself with the food in the dining table.

I made this whole mess. I sighed and lowered my head. The room was still empty. No one had arrived yet. Not my parents, not James, not the lawyers. Not even Bright came back.

Marcus sighed, the sound heavy with the exhaustion of a man who had seen too much in too short a time. "Of course, it is," he said in resignation. He stepped aside. "Come in." Nobody entered the office, carrying a sleeping Rosie, the familiar scent of old coffee and cold electronics greeting him. Marcus followed and closed the door behind them, the click of the latch unusually loud in the quiet room. The first thing Nobody noticed was that Evelyn wasn't there. Her absence struck him immediately—wrong, somehow, in a way he couldn't yet explain. While placing Rosie on a couch so gently as not to wake her, Nobody looked around the room. "Where's Evelyn?"

Several employees were gathered near the reception desk. They appeared nervous. Some were whispering. Others looked shocked. Ariana frowned. Something had happened. She walked closer. Maya suddenly appeared beside her. "You heard?" "Heard what?" Maya's expression darkened. "Nathan didn't come to work." Ariana blinked. "What?" "He never showed up." A strange feeling settled in her stomach. "Nathan is late?" "No." Maya lowered her voice. "Nobody can reach him." Ariana's heartbeat quickened. "What do you mean?"

I reached my door and pushed it open and sat on the edge of the bed and the groan that came out of me was quiet and tight and had nothing dignified in it. Nobody came. Eight weeks. Not a single person. Not a call, not a letter, not a wolf showing up at the Silver Blade border asking questions. Nothing. The world had simply continued turning without noticing I had fallen off it, and the man I had just sat across from had said so with the calmness of someone delivering weather reports. My hands curled in my lap.