I Walk Alone Novels & Stories

Something soft, something acoustic, something that made my heart swell. I walked down the aisle alone. That was my choice. Not because I didn't have anyone who could walk with me. Because I wanted to walk myself. I wanted to arrive at this moment on my own terms, carrying only myself, asking no one's permission and no one's blessing. My mother was gone. My father was a stranger. My aunt had died before I could really know her. But I was not alone. I had never been alone. I had just been afraid to see the people who were standing beside me.

But today, I was unnaturally quiet, like someone who had lost his soul. She raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly. "Seven years and he still hasn't learned his lesson. You girls must've gone easy on him before this. I'm watching him myself this time." Jenny's car followed behind me as I limped forward step by step. We passed through the busy streets and turned into an alley. Suddenly, the car behind me stopped. Seeing the sweat pouring down my face, Jenny scoffed. "Stay right there and wait. Jackson suddenly wanted some street tacos. We'll keep going after we're done eating."

My answer confused him, I could see it in his face, but he only shrugged and rolled up the window. I was expecting him to drive away but he opened the door and climbed out of the vehicle. The guy was tall…that was obvious but it was the stupid “gang”...”cult” tattoo that had me shaking my head. “I’ll walk with you,” He smirks and walks over to me. I took a step away from him and shook my head again. “Walking home alone isn't a good idea. There’s a lot of old creeps around just waiting for a little cutie like you to be walking alone. It would be your death sentence and—”

My body is shaking as I slip on my sneakers and creep out of the room. I’m not even sure what my plan is. I don’t have anywhere in mind to go. I don’t even want to leave Aiden. All of the feelings are just too much. I pull a coat over my pajamas to fight the cold and slip my phone and wallet into my pocket. “A walk,” I mutter to myself shakily. “I’m just going for a walk.” “Won’t you get cold, all alone out there?”

“You don’t have to do everything alone.” “I know,” I said. “But sometimes alone is the only way I remember who I am.” “You don’t have to be alone with me in the room to remember that,” he said. The words landed somewhere in my chest that made me flinch and smile at the same time. It was a small thread and we’d both started pulling it. I didn’t know if it would fray or hold. Right now, it existed, and that was enough. We walked out together into the wet air. The world hummed with its own life: cars, distant music, someone laughing too loud at a bar. For a moment, everything else fell away.

Still, I walked forward. The cab had pulled away minutes ago, its headlight growing dimer until it finally disappeared into the night. I was alone now—no backup, no comms, no tracker. I didn’t even know how long I had been walking. Every step I took sounded too loud as it echoed through the quiet night. My heart thumped against my ribs like it was trying to escape. I scanned the dark. Every instinct screaming at me that it was a trap. And it was. No doubt. But it was a trap I chose to walk into.

“When I say something is over, it is over. I do not go back. Tell him to stop coming for me.” Lilith’s face turned pale, then red. I turned and walked away. Her voice followed me, thick with bitterness she could not hide. “Sylvie. Is it really just because he hit you once?” “Yes,” I said without looking back. “Because he hit me.”

"It's... Vienna's hearing aid..." "Why is it in your backpack?" Mom cried. "Why is Vienna's hearing aid in your backpack? Answer me!" "I was just doing what you said..." Sadie's voice shook. "You said Vienna needed to be independent. I thought if she walked home alone... even without it... she'd learn." Mom went still. "So you took her hearing aid?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "And sent her across the street alone?" "I was only trying to help—"

They were walking hand in hand, clad in matching beige macs, completely tethered to one another in a way that made my chest ache with a sudden, sharp pang of longing. Then came a very important-looking man in a sharp navy designer suit, practically marching down the pavement. At first, he appeared to be shouting aggressively at the empty air around him, gesturing wildly with a rolled-up newspaper, until he turned his head and I caught the tell-tale glint of the little Bluetooth earbud tucked into his ear. "Can I get you anything else, miss?"

There was no point in being away from Lucas and she could focus on the situation in the morning. Ava had her own set of keys for the house so she walked in quietly as to not wake anyone, even if it'd be unlikely they'd hear her in the large house. She contemplated whether she was being stupid and was walking in a house full of werewolves. But, Ava decided not to dwell on it. She tried to stealthily make her way to Lucas' room, which the slippers helped a lot with. The door was left ajar so she managed to slip in and then close the door softly behind her.