Is It Okay To Be A Loner Novels & Stories

But in Battle Royale——in videogames, nobody dares to disrespect me! As Anthony's fingers leap against the buttons to finish me off, I send Sac-boy flying up high with Short-Hop. "Ugh..!" "That was quick!" Noah jumps to bring me down. I feel sorry for you, Thomson. I really do! You and your group of wealthy, good-looking, popular, likable, happy crowd are thought to be the heroes of life. But the truth is you all are just a bunch of villians. Yes, I'm a loner who never got the friends, or the looks, or the money, but I wanna prove one thing. That loners aren't people to look down on...that being a loner doesn't make you inferior. My life has been nothing but sadness and misery, but I survived

The money you earn will not be divided by how many you are. Even so, living like that is also not the best solution. To live alone means you have to face problems by yourself. Solitude is the one that will welcome you in that time. Oliver knew it too well since even if he is not in the street, his life is similar to those. “That is all I have to do?” “Kid, do you think it is that easy?" "Of course it is! Compare to running for your life. Doing that is also not eye catchy so I won't be caught by those people"

The kind of cry that comes from the soul, not the throat. Peter held her like glass. His voice was hoarse, but he stayed strong. “Hey. You don’t have to cry like that. I’ll be coming to see you as often as I can. Every break I get, I’m there. You’ve got your laptop—I installed Skype myself. We’ll call every day if you want. You’re not alone, Ann. I got you, baby girl.” She shook harder. “But I’ll miss you, Pee. I don’t know anyone there. What if it’s lonely? What if I can’t—”

She couldn’t help but suppress a smile as she gave her husband a knowing look. There was no denying that Lycidas was the most handsome lycan she had ever seen but that didn't change her belief that he was too wild and was known to attack monsters one on one without the slightest fear. The man was dauntless and she feared that would be his folly, that’s if he didn’t die from depression of the life of loneliness that he had subjected himself to. Wolves were meant to live in packs if they were to thrive, not live all by themselves in isolation. They needed one another and it made her wonder how this lycan had endured his solitude for years.

The people entering and exiting the buildings had lives that he caught a glimpse of and in his mind he would recreate them into an image that he would find more acceptable than the ones they probably led. "Beast. Beast?" He finally tore his eyes from the screen. "What?" His voice sounded even more rough than usual. He didn't spend much time talking and wasn't much of a people person. It tended to cause many to take it that he was a bad ass when actually he was just a loner. With his looks it had been a choice not all his own, but being alone was something he'd gotten used to regardless of whether or not he would have wanted it differently.

My indecisiveness was raising its ugly head. It was moments like this that I could really feel how lonely I was and how partially stupid my decision to live life solo without any friends was. I should have someone who I could call during times like this, but I didn’t, and now I have to make my own decisions, and I would have no one to blame if it all went wrong.

“Being part of a pack, fighting for a cause that’s bigger than me, being a wolf, and everything in between. I’m not sure I’m expressing it the right way, but I want to be done with this part of my life. There’s so much out there to look forward to. I don’t want to be held back by the same old things. I’ve always felt like there was more waiting for me out there.” “Lone wolves don’t always thrive in the wild,” she remarked. “So I’ve heard,” I replied, leaning back. “But I’d like to find out how things go for myself. If I bonded with Quincy or anyone else, I’d be stuck here. Doing the same old thing.” “Are you sure this need to… leave the pack and lean more into your human side doesn’t stem fr

“I’m guessing you are about to tell me?” “You destroy everything you touch and I think deep down you know that and you embrace it like it’s a fucking medal when it shouldn’t. Change the tale for once, stop acting like a fucking man baby and have a good thing to yourself for once” “She hates my guts”, I said not really sure why I hadn’t hung up on him yet. Being a lone wolf had its perks, I liked being one. No stress, no feelings attached, no crippling deaths weighing you down. Shit was great when you were alone.

She stuffs it into her travel bag, zipping it shut before lowering herself onto the couch to slide her boots on. The hardest part about having less than a handful of friends is that they all live in different cities or states and I don’t get to see them very often. I’m a lonely person because I make it harder than it needs to be to connect with people on a deeper level than the surface, and it's intentional. I have a no-tolerance policy, and in a world like this, finding people that are not okay with being stagnant while also expecting them to hold themselves up to a certain standard is hard.

~BELLUS POV~ The feeling of being alone and unwanted. Why am I living? What I am living for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been 2 days since I got discharged at the hospital and I am doing great, although the bickering and teasing with Pawell and Keith seems fun, it was kind of boring these days, plus the weather was still cold. It was almost my birthday and I can guess that it would turn out to be an ordinary day, maybe my parents would just send me some gifts like before.