I Think We're Alone Now Covers Novels & Stories

“Come here." I lay down on his chest and he wraps one arm around me and pulls his phone up for us to see with the other. “Want to listen to some music?” I wrinkle my nose. “What’s that look for?” He asks. “Your music is very angry.” “It’s angry?” He asks. “Yeah, when I listened the other day, the first song I tried to listen to was about someone screaming about being alone.” He thinks for a minute. “By Myself. Ok, yes, that is an angry song.”

“Let’s go on series of dates, I want to start all over with you Hanan. You are the only woman I want in my life, you are for me alone” Hanan stared at him not knowing what to say.

"He's all used-up, and you're still acting like he's a treasure? You must be really desperate! What's the difference between that incubus and a dog in heat? Someone like you should just find an honest guy willing to take you in!" Tracy Rowe was standing outside the county office with Jamie Stephenson, arguing with me at the top of her lungs. Meanwhile, Lionel Andrus, the man with an incubus bloodline, was waiting quietly to the side, holding our paperwork.

‘So, you’re here alone. I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. ‘In case your billionaire powers of observation have failed you, Portia and Josh are down there. They’re fully formed human beings. I’m not marooned on a desert island.’ ‘You know what I mean.’ I sighed. ‘Fine. If you mean, am I here alone, unattached, tragically single, a pathetic singleton surrounded by a sea of Valentine’s couples, then yes. Congratulations on your deduction. I am alone. Are you happy now?’

Broken. Bloody. But no longer alone.

I feel so alone. --------------------

“I was pregnant and too scared to tell you, so I went to the hospital alone for the procedure, only to get a call at two in the morning to pick you up from a bar and almost got attacked in that alley…” My voice broke off, and I didn’t continue. Mark’s eyes were red. “Kaia…” “Mark,” I said, looking at him, my gaze calm and still. “That shadow of yours… It’s gone.” I turned and walked into the studio, closing the glass door quietly behind me. Meanwhile, Mark stood frozen in place, staring at the door for a long, long time.

“You will fail.” “You will break.” Ethan dropped to one knee. The silver light flickered violently. The darkness pressed harder. “You are alone,” it said. --- The Truth Silence. Then— A voice. Not the Heart. Not Ethan. Raven. Faint—but there. “We’re with you.” Then— Lucian. “Always, kid.” Then— Kael. “Focus. You’re not alone.” The connection— Still there. Weakened. Distorted. But not broken.

We can call them and check in daily if they'd like, or they can call us anytime. Chey and I have decided to break the news this afternoon. We've taken care of everything, secretly packing here and there, and we feel it's time to just rip it off like a bandage. We'll tell then today, let them get comfortable with the idea, and if all goes right we can leave this weekend.

It looks like I'm solo on this now. Fuck this is gonna be a suicide mission.