Novel & Cerita In A Lonely Place Novel

" Won't you ask me where we're going?" "I won't since I'm not going anywhere." "I don't think they'll admit you here for a small cut." "Will you please leave me alone?" "Look at you, you're already alone." Anya looked at him shocked. Things suddenly started to slow down around her. Everything around her seemed blurred. It was as if she was all alone, the way she had always imagined of herself after she left India. Even though she had lovely friends and people who really cared about her, she could never really change the thought of her being alone. It had remained exactly the way since she left her home, the day when she was at the airport, the day when she felt there was no one else in the w

It looks like Naazwa wrote it with her own hands. "You can check this book whenever you feel down because I write down whatever it is that will help myself when I feel like I can't move again. There are moment when you feel like you have no one in the world. You will feel like you're the only struggling in the world all by yourself. Though there are so many people around you, with you, you still have that lonely feeling when you lie down on the bed. Silently, you'll start wishing for a shoulder to cry and that is not because you are sad or depressed, you just feel like you can't hold onto the world. Sometimes you will feel like the world is against for even with your friends and family you'd

I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies. "A hundred thousand dollars in exchange for the truth." I generously propose to the middle-aged man in front of me. "Excuse me?" asks the man before he glues his feet on the ground. He was simply passing through the corner of the same road with me but ended up getting a surprise proposal. Similar to this young woman with him, they convey these weird looks that are telling me that I might be some kind of psychopath or lunatic who wanders the street and randomly attacks an

Places I could fit in a little, pretend like I wasn’t the most lonely guy in New York City. Went to bookstores, watched people play guitar on the street, and by nightfall, I ended up at cafe. The place was quiet and there weren’t much people inside. Just students bent over their phones and laptops and some random people just walking about the place. I ordered for a cup of coffee, even though i hated how nasty it tasted and went to sit close to the window. Watching the evening drizzle streak against the glass windows. The door opened. And two younger guys walked in, shaking off the drizzle on their coats. One of them was really tall, built like an athlete, and he was smiling at something as h

Not images. Just a sense of... weight. A pressure behind her breastbone that wasn't her own. Heavy. Contained. Lonely. Her own loneliness, sharp and bright, slid along that thread like a question. It met something thick. Unresponsive. Like a hand pushing against glass. She flinched away, wincing. The wall between them remained. "Fine," she whispered, voice hoarse. "Be locked away. Be cursed. Be... whatever they've made you. I'll— I'll figure this out alone."

The library faced the lake too, and this view was somehow more perfect that even in my room. “Can you leave me alone here?” I tell One. I hear him close the door, just as I picked up a novel and sank to the floor making sure to adjust myself to be comfortable. This wasn't so bad. Yet.

Knox I sit alone at the far end of the dimly lit bar, tucked into a corner where no one is watching , and the outside world seems like a distant memory. The place isn’t crowded tonight, just a few people scattered around, nursing drinks, speaking in low murmurs that blend into the soft hum coming from hidden speakers. The stool beneath me is worn leather, cool against my back, but nothing about this spot offers any comfort. Tension coils tight in my shoulders, a knot that refuses to loosen.

I said, “to stand in a place where everyone thinks they know you. To be accused of things you didn’t do. To be judged without ever being understood.” His shoulders dropped slightly as if he finally felt safe admitting something he’d hidden for years. “I thought loneliness was normal,” he admitted. “Until you came.” I felt heat build behind my ribs. “And now,” he said quietly, “your absence feels louder than any room filled with nobles.” The words sank into me, deep and dangerous. I mumbled, “You don’t have to be alone anymore.” For a moment, it felt like he might reach for me. For a moment, it felt like everything might break open.

Philip, a long-haul truck driver, was often away from home, leaving me feeling lonely and unfulfilled. It might sound improper, but I couldn't help it. There was a craving inside me that longed to be satisfied, and it had only intensified over time. The way men looked at me when I was out in public made me feel a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, adding fuel to my restless thoughts. My daily life was simple. After my parents passed away, they left me a three-story house, and I earned enough from renting it out to live comfortably without needing a job. But with so much free time, my thoughts often wandered, and that longing became impossible to ignore.

I parked in the garage and went into the house. The house was quiet. It’s just me now. I’ll get used to it eventually, though I have to admit that I feel lonely. But I am not going to dwell on it. This feeling is just temporary. At least, I hope. Shaking that thought out of my head, I went to take a shower. When I was finished, I sat on my bed thinking about this point in my life. My job starts tomorrow night, so I’ll stay awake just a little longer to slowly adjust working the graveyard shift. Looking at the time, it’s only 10pm, so I looked for something to watch on one of those streaming networks. No matter how many streaming services or channels I have, there is always nothin