Left Behind Novels & Stories

My stuff were all their. That's when it had hit me, I was the only anomaly in her perfect life. And she left me behind. She took everyone and left the stray hair behind. After finding out from a neighbor that they had loaded stuff into a lorry and left. I picked all the snacks and burger I had bought them and headed to the back of the garden feeling like dying. Every breath I took in and out made me feel even more useless and stupid. Why would she leave men behind. Was it worth it.

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.

"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.

Closure of sorts. “You’re right Jack. You won’t ever be the father to my kid. You won’t ever be anything to me again. Goodbye.” Amber left him in the middle of the hallway. Her future was ahead, there was nothing left for her in the past. It was time to move on. Leave that broken girl and lost childhood behind her. Amberleigh didn’t look back.

If she became pregnant and still left, he would lose both of them. He could not survive losing another child. Lately, he has lived on late nights, business dinners, and the occasional cigarette. If they ever have a baby, he wants them both to choose it and have time to prepare. Adrian checks his watch. April third. Two ten in the morning. The spring memorial retreat at St. Gabriel’s Abbey begins tomorrow. For five years, he has spent three days there, attending prayers and having Mass offered for his mother and the child he believes he lost.

Her jewels—sold out. Even the smallest object she had ever touched was gone. He had nothing left, nowhere to turn.He had nothing left, nowhere to grieve. That familiar, suffocating panic surged through him again. Suddenly, he remembered the backyard. Isabella had spent a few days there—quiet, secluded, forgotten. He rushed there in a panic. As soon as he stepped into the yard, he saw desolation and ruin. He gasped. The room contained only two thin blankets and a few sets of maid's clothes.

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.

A slow, wickedly beautiful smile curved my red lips. I looked back at the marble headstone one final time, the perfect, poetic justice of my entire journey settling deep into my soul. "Thanks, Daddy," I whispered. "I finally found the other daddy you left behind."

F A R A H It's been four days since the departure of Jawad. Myrah and Khalid also left early in the morning and now I'm left alone with Aunt Fatima in the house. Being away from him made me realize how deep I fell for my husband. I feel empty and lonely. Taking my phone from the Nightstand, I stared at Jawad's name across the screen. He called me once and that is the day of his departure and since that day he didn't call.

“Fine. Wait for me.” He shot me a glance, left a single “Get some rest,” and walked out without another word of explanation.