Destroy Lonely Dreads Novels & Stories

feel like I’m losing out. If I never left Florida, I would still be with Nathaniel. If I never moved back to Hawaii, I would have never had Ryan or Xan. Basically, there is a lot of if’s, and’s, or but’s that are constantly going through my head. It all comes down to that saying “it’s better to love and lost, then to not love at all” or something like that. Personally, I would rather long for love than have a taste of it to only have it stripped away. Again. I’m not saying that I love Orion, but I feel like I could. Being single year after year is very lonely, though it’s not by choice. I just want to have someone want to be with me as much as I want to be with him. Maybe this is

The sense of dread she had been experiencing was easing. Am I starting to accept that he isn’t coming back? That thought sent daggers stabbing at her heart. Gaia caught her breath and clutched her chest. After a moment, the sensation subsided. What the fuck was that? Is the stress of it all giving me a damn heart attack? Gaia wanted to cry, but she was so tired of crying. She didn’t want to hurt anymore. She wanted happiness that lasted more than a few minutes at a time. Gaia prayed one day she’d find that kind of happiness again.

Chapter 45: The Chorus of Humanity The silence that followed the stranger’s dissolution was not truly quiet. To anyone sensitive enough to hear it, the atmosphere was screaming. It was the sound of billions of human souls—connected through Ethan’s white divergence—suddenly processing the collective memory of a trillion dead realities. On Earth, the reaction was immediate and terrifying.

The doctor begins to lead the way, and I'm about to follow when Tatum holds onto my arm. "Can't I come?" she asks me, looking worried and broken, with dried tears on her face. "Stay here while I talk to him. Stay with Dotty. She might wake up soon." That calms her down, and she nods, letting go of me. My conversation with the doctor gives me insight into Dorothy's condition, and sure enough, it's a common case of neglected health. She has diabetes, and it has progressed too far. When I step back out, I don't see Tatum in the waiting area anymore. A quick peek into Dorothy’s room door and I see Tatum, seated on a chair beside Dorothy’s bed, keeping the woman company. I leave her be for the ne

“Leave me alone or I’ll make you disappear myself.” “Hear me out,” he reasoned, putting his hands up in surrender. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just badly need help and so far since my death, you’re the only one who can see me.” “Get out.” Akira stated firmly. “Leave. Me. Alone.” “Please.” His voice was shaky, desperation evident. “My name is –” “No!”

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

They were 'buried together' for eternity. As for the real Stellan and Daphne, that was another matter entirely. … The dungeon beneath the Montclair estate was damp and bitterly cold. Stellan was chained to the wall with his limbs spread wide, unable to move an inch. The death-feigning potion had worn off, but his body was far from recovered. His skin was so pale it was nearly translucent. Daphne was locked in the cell next door, curled up in the corner, shaking uncontrollably.

He was bulkier, with a shaved head and a silver ring through his eyebrow. “Let us pleasure your sweet little cunt, baby. It’s what we’re paid for.” “You’re mistaken!” I sobbed, shaking my head. “You all are the crazy ones. Who the fuck is Daisy.” Then I saw the mirror. A full-length mirror leaned against the far wall, reflecting the bed, the tangled sheets, and the naked woman sprawled across them. For a moment my mind refused to understand what I was seeing.

“Just with way better benefits.” Cady’s laughter was bright and relieved. “Good. Because I’m not giving up my favorite neighbor—or her husband’s talents.” Dane snorted from across the bed. “Glad to hear it. Round three's in the shower. And I'm not asking." Aiden just groaned, a sound of pure, satiated agreement. "I think we've just created a monster." But as they lay there, sticky and exhausted in the afterglow, they all knew it was a monster they never wanted to tame.

"I'm sorry… I was being selfish. Forget it, I shouldn't have troubled you. Sorry for bothering you today." Jason quickly grabbed her wrist and whispered something to calm her down, then turned and walked over to me. "I was just worried you would get the wrong idea, so I didn't tell you beforehand. Her name's Wendy Webb, and she's an old college friend. Her fiance's overseas and can't make it. No one can help her with the rehearsal. Since she needed someone about the same height and I happened to fit, I agreed to help out at the last minute." I stared at Jason with a cold face, then glanced at the woman.