I Walk Alone Novels & Stories

One of his friends lowered his head in guilt, no doubt remembering how cruel they had all been to me. "Brandon, we'll send everyone we have to look for Eleanor. We'll find her, alive or…" He couldn't finish the sentence. Brandon's vacant eyes suddenly sharpened. "That's right. Find Eleanor. She's always been lucky. She'll be okay. Go. Search now!" Then, a crazed fury surged into his eyes. "And one more thing. Send Hannah to the basement." … After I jumped, I was lucky enough to hit several tree branches on the way down. They slowed my fall before I crashed into a lake. Still, I lost consciousness the instant I hit the water.

When Ethan Lane came back from his business trip, he pulled two dolls out of his suitcase. One was pink, the other blue. His daughter, Nina Lane's eyes lit up for a second when she saw the pink one. But instead of reaching for it, she glanced over at Crystal Shaw, Vivian Shaw's daughter. That five-year-old girl had already stretched out her hand for the pink doll. So Nina pulled her hand back and said quietly, "I'll take the blue one." I froze. Nina's loved pink ever since she was little. Her backpack is pink, her water bottle is pink, even her hair clips are always pink. But the moment Crystal was in the picture, she stepped aside. Later, when Ethan drove Vivian and Crystal home, I ask

And this time— I would not walk it alone.

Bella walked slowly to the kitchen where she was called. 'What was the worst that could happen?' she asked herself, 'they'll fire me' she continued in her mind, 'it's not going to be the end of the world for me'. She stopped as she had gotten to the kitchen door. She placed her hand on the door knob, took a deep breath and opened it. She walked to where Celia was, waiting. Celia wasted no time in delivering the information she had for her.

Megaara walked over to his with a glass of water and joined him by leaning against the wall to stare at the busy stage. He knew what she said was true, but he also knew this was her attempt at making him feel better about himself. This simple book alone was responsible for the horrible life he had. The book that made his pack detest him and abandon him. The book that made him 'abnormal'. An 'abomination' to the werewolf community. Looking back toward the stage he finds the elders reciting verses off the said book in ancient wolvish, stretching out their hands at Hades who sat on a throne at the perfect center under the pale circle of light emitted by the vibrant full moon.

I'm lying do not feel yourself I whisper in my mind " you sure ?? " I do not reply instead I disengage from him, he walk over to the sitting area, where he really drags out a medium suitcase out of " it contains her clothes and toys. he goes back to grab another " and her food " this time a bag. okayyyyy I collect the bag from him and walk out GOD this thing is heavy ♣♦♥♠≠≠≠≠≠♣♥♦♠

We are alone again! -----

I’ve totally got her on the hook now- the ol’ Theo charm works every time. “I listened to some Green Day. I liked one of their songs…” I trail off, pinching the bridge of my nose between my thumb and my forefinger, squeezing my eyes shut and searching my mind for the title. “Something like, I walk alone?” “Boulevard of Broken Dreams?” I snap my fingers. “That’s the one.” Brooke tilts her head to the side a little, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms across her chest. She stares at me like she’s evaluating me, fitting puzzle pieces together.

His footsteps begin to fade away, and I let out a loud cry once I am left alone, feeling the air slowly seize from my lungs as I struggle to break free from the confined space. "Someone, please help me! Please!" I yell, hoping someone from the other end will come to my aid, but no one does. I don’t know how long I stay in there, but one thing I do know is that I have never felt more alone.

I shiver, both from the cold and from the sudden fear of being alone that grips me. Ugh, is walking home alone a mistake? Possibly. The streets are quiet as I walk, and the only sound is the rustling of the fallen leaves under my feet. I pull my leather jacket tighter around me, wishing I had taken Bobby up on his offer to walk me home. But then I remind myself that I don’t need a man to protect me. I can take care of myself. My inner wolf might not have awakened yet, but I’m not entirely useless!