Left Behind Series Novels & Stories

It happened on the last shipment run I ever went on. My boyfriend and my best friend left me behind at the transfer station. I waited there for half an hour before they remembered they were one person short. Lawson called me, impatience all over his voice. "Why didn't you get in the truck?" "We're in a hurry for the celebration dinner tonight. We can't turn around." "Stop making a scene. Figure it out yourself." My mouth opened. No sound came out. Beth's voice carried through the line, clear and grating. "We're all adults here. Why does every little thing have to be handled for her?" "She has to grow up sometime." I listened to all of it and hung up without a word. The old me would have apol

Without a backward glance, without allowing herself a moment of tenderness or doubt, she left the child behind—an unbearable sacrifice she bore alone, locked away in the quiet chambers of her heart. She couldn't stop imagining how fully grown she would be now. When she'd heard her grandmother had died, Leah felt insanely at peace knowing there was no one to link her to the daughter she'd abandoned in a small town. It was a huge relief. But now, the thoughts were back or perhaps, they had always been there. Leah sighed deeply, cursing Mallory for reopening old wounds she thought had healed with the past decades. The loud ring of her cellphone sounding from her purse pulled her out of her thou

I could see the tears that had been threatening to spill. “How could I stay away when you’re still here, Mom?” I replied, my voice softening. And then, she broke. Her tears spilled over as she cried out, “I’m sorry… I’ve misjudged you all these years…” It turned out that Mother had discovered the full extent of Mireille’s and Michael’s betrayals. She had filed for divorce immediately and tried to reclaim what she had given them—everything they’d taken. But Mireille and Michael had acted faster, fleeing the country overnight and taking many of the valuable items with them.

Darius wanted to leave them be, but their behavior made him uneasy as he gulped two glasses of whiskey while waiting for the fourth one. That bar tender guy suddenly took off from their following his customer somewhere. The place was dark enough to not notice their surroundings, but he saw them leaving through a back door behind the bar counter. He gazed at them leaving as the old man slid his hands on his waist, grinning ear to ear wickedly.

I look in his eyes as I say it. He smiles back “ I love you too.” He replies. I start to leave the room taking my popcorn bowl to the kitchen and I see him start to settle back into the couch turning the TV to a game. He also now has his phone out and he’s typing a message to someone with a smile on his face. I stand in the doorway for a few moments just watching him. I can’t help but feel like I’ve lost him and I just don’t know what to do. ++

he muttered in disbelief. I watched him flip through my phone. He even dialed the number Connor had given him over and over. Finally, he accepted I was the one backing him all along. His bravado vanished, and his crest fell. He stood in front of me, ready to say something. I grabbed my things and said, "We're done, officially!" "No." Cade grabbed my hand. "I'm not breaking up with you. Even if you're not the investor, you're still my girlfriend."

Christopher's face turned ghostly pale. After a few minutes, he suddenly stood up, his chair toppling over with the force of his movement. Grinding his teeth, he grabbed Nathan’s wrist and said in a low voice, "Let's go. We should leave. Don't come back to disturb your Mom again." For the first time, Nathan lost control in front of me. He struggled against Christopher's grip, then threw himself into my arms. "I won’t leave. I want to stay with Mom! You lied to me! Mom isn’t as bad as you said!” he cried.

"...a stunning and terrifying sequence of events unfolding at the Mercer estate in the Hamptons..." I broke the kiss, my pitch-black eyes immediately snapping toward the massive flat-screen television mounted on the far wall. Graham had left it on a rolling news network, the volume muted. But in our heated distraction, someone—perhaps a nurse checking the vitals monitor outside the door—had accidentally triggered the audio sync. Thea turned her head against her pillows, her dark eyes widening as she stared at the screen. The glaring red banner at the bottom of the broadcast read: MERCER CONSPIRACY UNCOVERED: ARRESTS MADE.

She said as she turned her back to leave. "AM HERE" A voice echoed behind her. Cold shivers ran down her spine..... TBC... Unlock the next episode with your likes,,,, comments and shares!

With that, I kept the needle pressed against my neck while limping out of the hospital. When I walked past an abandoned building, a pair of hands emerged from the darkness and pulled me inside. Soon, I felt the cold touch of a knife against my neck. It was Paige Bracker. The woman my father had beaten into miscarriage. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was disheveled. After she took me to the rooftop, she ordered sharply, “Call Cassandra and tell her to bring me ten million dollars, or else I’ll throw you off the edge!”