Left Behind Novels & Stories

Everyone was so busy living life she got left behind. Now she left us behind and we struggled to pick up the pieces of Rose. She just got tired of trying and left to breathe. She left to start over somewhere no one knew her at all.. I watched the tracker beeps as she drove further away and hated that she had a full two days on it.

Break the Cycle Lena stood at the edge of the altar, barefoot, eyes glowing faint blue. The forest had gone silent again John stepped forward, but Sarah caught his arm. “That’s not her” The girl tilted her head. “You think I’m gone?” she whispered. “He never left me. I’m just… what’s left behind” The wind shifted and the altar cracked further Beneath Lena’s feet, something pulsed dark and ancient. Not the beast. Not the woman. Something older

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

I did not tell him I had no intention of doing that. I had barely ended the call when Serafina came back. She slipped an arm around my waist from behind and asked, “What were you booking?” I forced myself to stay calm. “An opera ticket I bought before I was admitted. I missed it, so I asked for a refund.” “I see.” She studied me for a second. “Then why did you leave the hospital on your own? I went back to your room and thought something had happened.” I was about to answer when the bedroom door opened.

Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family. Derick, lost and searching, was instead found by Jasmine. 10 years had turned Jasmine into a shell of her former self, robbed of her fertility and plagued by a severe mental disorder. Once she found Derick again, she would not let go. From lovers to sworn enemies, they lost everything and lived only to torment each other. Soon after, tragedy struck in Derick's home: a shooting that left both dead. Rumor had it that Jasmine, in a fit of madness, decided if she was going down, Derick was going too.

Clive messaged me almost immediately. [What do you mean?] A breakup, obviously. I didn't bother explaining. I blocked every way he could contact me and left that 12-person group chat as well. When I looked up again, I had just arrived outside the apartment complex we had rented off campus together. Clive didn't come back that night. He was probably continuing whatever Danielle and he had been doing before I interrupted them. Thinking that, I started packing. While sorting through my things, I came across a Polaroid photo.

his message read, “I’m sorry for everything that’s happened with your husband and your casino. If you don’t mind, my casino is still looking for a professional. If you ever need a change of scenery, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I’ll take care of the rest.” I hadn’t planned on leaving New York entirely. But given the circumstances, it seemed unavoidable. And worst of all, I couldn’t let anyone—especially my mother—know where I was going. Maybe Elias loved me. Maybe my mother cared. But I couldn’t let my happiness—or my life—depend on them anymore. I had to take control back. … I’d be leaving exactly one week from now. Originally, I wanted to leave as soon as possible. But tomorrow was

"I arrived early and watched you through the glass for a long time that day at the cafe. You looked so alone… just like me. I thought maybe we could keep each other company—start with marriage and grow into love." Alone? I paused, then gave a faint smile. During all four years of college, I had Elias and Winnie by my side. The two people who were supposed to matter most in my life, yet I always felt like I was standing behind a thin invisible barrier. Alone? Maybe I really was. I glanced at Elias in the distance, then turned back to Timothy with certainty. "Then, let's get married when we get back." He smiled. "Okay." Then, he leaned in and kissed me.

Melissa Mills, my wife, had allowed her lover to stay in our home for an entire week. Normally, I would've asked her to pay me for putting up with it. This time, I didn't. She must've thought I was finally learning how to be a good husband because she tossed me a check without me requesting one for the first time since… well, ever. "Nathan's moving out later. Pack his things for him. Do it, and the check is yours." That was how things had always worked between us. Every dollar Melissa gave me came at a cost. I would receive 50,000 when she wanted to parade me around as "Melissa Mills' husband." I'd be paid 100,000 to stand by and watch her flirt with Nathan Reid right in front of me.

Leaving me to huddle over the empty shell he left behind. ***