Left Behind Novels & Stories

He came in with Biscuit and leftover soup — there was always soup, Nathan cooked when he was anxious, and he was always slightly anxious — and sat on the couch with the expression of someone who had heard something through the wall or had been told something by someone or both. "How was yesterday?" Nathan said to the soup. "Good," Caleb said. "Just good?" "Very good." Nathan stirred. "She seemed—" He stopped. Tried again. "When she left she had the look of someone who'd put something down." Caleb looked at him. "You watched her leave?" "I happened to be in the hallway." "Nathan." "I live here." "You were watching." "I was present in a shared space." He looked up. "She seemed lighter. She had

Silence followed. Then I am what was left behind. The words settled heavily in my mind. Left behind. A chill crept down my spine. “Left behind from what?” I pressed. The figure shifted slightly, its form rippling like smoke in a still room. From when your kind tried to bury what they could not destroy. My breath caught. The same words. The same truth. My father’s voice echoed faintly in my memory. They couldn’t destroy it. So they hid it. Part in him.

I officially returned to my post as a forensic pathologist. I heard Maddox was transferred elsewhere, but I didn't care. He did come to me once, asking to get back together. But after I harshly humiliated him, he backed off. After everything was finally settled, I took leave and returned to my hometown. I handed the mother worm I had taken from Jessica to my Grandaunt Tabitha, who knew how to dispose of it. With some effort, she burned the mother worm to death. Once the mother worm died, the child worm inside me disappeared as well.

" I looked down at his stubborn yet fragile grip on my hand. In the end, I sighed and pushed him away. "We're over, Eugene."

"Raya's long gone and I left because I didn't want to endanger her-" She clicked her tongue and cut me off, "Oh no, but Clarisse doesn't know that. You know, the thing about those who are left behind, they'll easily believe whatever reason they are presented with just to cover up that void in their hearts. That reason was a valid one in Clarisse's perspective rather than the one in her head: that you left because you no longer love your sister." "I mean, you should know, right?" She continued, "You were also left behind, and look at you living is euphoric ignorance."

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

Peter remained rooted to the spot, watching the woman who had once loved him choose someone else’s call over his. For the first time in three years… He understood what it meant to be left behind

Not like it used to. No demand. No scream. merely a rhythmic, slow pulse. As if it were watching. Like it was waiting. I returned to the mirror just before dawn. It held no image. No shimmer. But I could feel Saela had left something behind. Not presence. Not message. Just possibility. And I understood. Sometimes, legacy doesn’t ask to be carried. It asks to be seen walking next to you.

He said as he then Turned around and left, leaving Maria to just stare at him from the back. "You remind me of a boy I once knew years ago my Lord, but I'm sure he was also dead. x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

Jaxsen stilled, his fingers curling round to grasp Sebastian tightly. “Why did they have to leave me behind?” Jaxsen looked up and into his eyes, his vision in a repeating pattern of clear and blurred. “Why did they have to leave me? Why’d they have to die? Why did they take them away from me, Bastian, why? I don’t understand. I don’t understand why.” In a desperate frenzy of emotion Jaxsen pulled himself firmly into Sebastian’s lap and curled into the smallest ball a single little boy could. In immediate reaction Sebastian wrapped his arms, strong and safe, tightly around his son. At least he knew now what the content of his nightmare was made of. “I don’t wanna be