But Nobody Came Novels & Stories

Questions swirled in her mind. Slowly, compelled by curiosity, Melissa retraced her steps toward the bed. She approached silently, mindful not to disturb the sleeper. As she drew closer, she caught a glimpse of a flawlessly chiseled profile—a face defined by dark features, thick eyelashes, and raven-black hair. "Jeremy Nobody...?" Melissa whispered, her voice betraying both surprise and disbelief. How on earth did she end up in his house?

Not him. I looked around the condo, still slumped on the sofa. If Rei had come, he would have at least lifted me onto the bed or at least handed me a blanket. He was… a gentleman. He would have. But here I was, still sitting on the sofa, uncovered, cold, and waiting for someone who never came. He didn’t come. I hadn’t eaten dinner. He hadn’t shown up. Was whatever he went to that important? Couldn’t he have at least sent a text, made a call? Something? Anything?

Nora had vanished for a week. And no one had known. No one had come. And now Now it might already be too late.

You can take on the responsibility of pick-ups and drop-offs. I gently ran my fingers over the bracelet on my wrist. Little did he know that this was the cheapest one Ryder had ever given me. ... As I walked into the arrivals hall, I noticed someone holding a sign that read "Mrs. Weyland". I approached and froze. It was August Cadwell, my ex-boyfriend—the one I hadn't seen in three years. Three years of silence. No calls. No messages. No apology or explanation. Now here he stood, one arm draped casually around Hailey Reed. Behind them clustered a group of preening sycophants, gathered like flies at the arrival gate.

“He hasn’t come around, and we don’t know why he stopped coming. He didn’t say a word, and nobody saw him, nothing.” I felt my chest beating fast to his words. Kasper hasn’t been found in weeks?

The elevator doors opened, and we walked toward the grand staircase—the only way down to the venue. But… why was no one around? Shouldn’t people already be heading there? “Why is no one here? Where are the guests?” I asked him, but he didn’t answer. I glanced at Zekiel in disbelief—I was getting more annoyed by the second. “Mr. Gray, why is no one here?!” I yelled at him, speeding up despite my heels, trying to keep up with him. “Where are the visitors? They should be here, going downstairs.”

I didn't know they were great dancers. By four o'clock in the afternoon, I woke up with no Gage coming around here. I've already ordered foods for us, mostly lunch because I expected him to be here and it all went to wasted because he didn't even bother to come around to see me or to check on me.

But that was by the way. This was a very big problem for me. I mean, why did she have to come now? Yes, I knew it was a good thing for Nova to have her mom, but why did she have to come now? Anyway, I didn't want to get ahead of myself and worry unnecessarily. Lucas loved me. I knew that. I knew he was the one who asked me to go home, so he was going to call me. He had to call me. I spent the whole night waiting for him, but his call never came. I kept waiting until I slept off. When I woke up in the morning, I checked my phone to see if there were any missed calls or messages, but none came from Lucas.

He ring the bell many times but no one is coming out till Mia’s neighborhood came out, “hey, dude. Quit on ringing the bell. No one is there.” ---

Now he knew it was living after every missed call, every hundred-dollar transfer, every word Nora had spoken without an answer. He wiped rain from the edge of the stone. “They waited.” Only then did he understand that the sentence had never been complete. They had waited for him. And he had not come.