I Walk Alone Novels & Stories

“Ms. Luna, don’t worry about it. Mr. White is such an outstanding young man!” After hearing so much praise, Evan was about to raise his glass to make a toast. Looking over the crowd, he suddenly noticed me, who was standing below the stage. He quickly stood up and looked toward Claire beside him. I didn’t give them time to react. I charged forward and kicked Evan onto the ground. The sudden turn of events stunned everyone. “When did the UI Project become something you completed all by yourself?!" Claire quickly stood in front of Evan. “What is wrong with you?!” Claire shouted

Iris opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly, a familiar melody drifted through the orphanage hall. It was Only You. Her pupils shrank, and her heart skipped several beats. The sound felt like it came from a distant world, yet it cut clearly into her ears.

"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.

I swear you'll be the only woman who ever gets to stay by my side. "Please, just help me one last time…" But that "last time" had stretched into three years with no ending in sight, as if my patience and concession had paved the way for their perfect family of three.

The cold air hit my face like a slap. Behind me, two clerks chatted as they left. "I think I've seen that guy before," one whispered. "Always comes in alone. Wants to get married." "Oh yeah," the other said, recognition dawning. "I remember him. He's the one who waits and waits, but no one ever shows up." I didn't say a word. My face stayed frozen, blank as stone. But inside? I was bleeding. My heart felt like a worn-out cloth—thin, unraveling, leaking pain with every beat.

The carousel was still there, spinning round as if nothing had changed. I bought a ticket and sat on the same familiar horse. The wind blew against my face. I closed my eyes. For a moment, I could still hear my daughter's laughter… and David warning me, "Be careful." This time, no one was with me. I rode alone. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I knew death was near. I forced my eyes open, but the world grew more and more blurred. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and used the last of my strength to dial a number I had not called in years.

I hit the street like a man escaping a burning building. My breath was heavy, my eyes burned, but I didn’t look back, I couldn’t. Because I knew if I did, I’d fall apart right there. So I walked. Into the night. Into nothing. Alone.

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

Whitmore, that is all I am asking you for. Thirty seconds, on a carpet, in a boardroom, in front of the man who had tried to end my life. I took a second step. Somewhere down the table, someone began, very softly, to cry. I did not look to see who. I took a third step, and a fourth, and I moved out from behind my wheelchair, out into the open space between my seat and the head of the table, and I let the whole room see. Not a lurch. Not a strain. A walk. A woman walking. The most ordinary thing in the world, and the most impossible one, at the same time.

I took a step back, placing one hand over my stomach. "You had a month of freedom. I chose the rest of my life."