I Not Alone Novels & Stories

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.

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Her face had been so pale, but it was only later that he found out that she had gone to the hospital alone that day. She had gone to the hospital alone, terminated their child alone, and gone back to the apartment alone. Then, at two in the morning, she received a call from Tonya with his phone and took the subway for half an hour by herself to pick him up. On the call, Tonya had been calling his name. He had been too drunk to know anything, but I knew because I heard everything. Mark stood at the airport entrance as the rain drifted in, cold against his face, making him shiver. He took out his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart, but it was still powered off.

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

But there was one thing that I was absolutely sure about for the second time in my miserable life, I was completely and utterly alone. **** It's been three weeks since the shopping trip. Three weeks of silence. Three weeks of boredom. Three weeks of wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Alex started leaving the house a lot more recently and staying out for a lot longer. When I asked, the maids told me that he was on business trips. I didn't believe it. If ignoring me wasn't worse enough now, he had resorted to avoiding me as well. Today was an off day for the maids. They only came every other day.

I live alone. At eleven o'clock on a rainy night, my phone rang unexpectedly. "Are you the owner of the car with license plate 9537? Your window's open, and it's pouring outside," said a woman's voice. I thanked her repeatedly and was about to head downstairs, but work held me up. Ten minutes later, the same number called again. I picked up, intending to explain the delay. But the moment the call connected, a different man's voice came through.

Even though the road to recovery felt long, he was determined not to give up. “If you need anything, I’m here,” Lila said, breaking the silence. “Sebastian, you’re not alone.” Sebastian looked at Lila with grateful eyes. “Thank you, Lila. I don’t know how I would have gotten through this without you.” Lila smiled a little. “You helped me when I was at my lowest. Now, let me do the same for you.” Sebastian felt the warmth of Lila’s support, making the burden on his shoulders a little lighter. Her words brought hope to his heart. He knew that even though the situation was difficult, he didn’t have to face it alone.

God help me, I did. I was twenty four. In love. Stupid. Tonight, I’m none of those things. I’m alone. Focused. Dangerous. I stare at the skyline. Take a slow breath. And whisper— “I’m not done with you yet.” Because I am not. Not even close.

But now, he was gone. And I was here. Alone. Again. I wrapped my arms around myself, moving toward the couch like my legs had forgotten how to work properly. Everything felt numb. My skin, my thoughts… even my heart. It was like something had been torn from me and left a gaping wound that no amount of logic could stitch back together.

" He says, uncovering my head and brushing my hair away from my face. "First of all, I have friends," I say, glaring at him and crossing my arms over my chest. He raises an eyebrow and looks at me with a smile. "I've got you." I try to think of a name other than his, but nothing comes to mind. ''And that's it. You are enough. " He is right I need to make friends. I can't stay alone for the rest of my life. But on the other hand, I like being alone. People nowadays think only about how they can use others till the last drop so they can benefit from them. And then toss you aside as something invaluable. So basically, I am sparing the hurt and disappointment. "That's it. Get up and get dressed.