Left Neglected Novels & Stories

I didn’t let myself think about what they’d done, how they’d lied and hurt me, because it didn’t matter when the pain of missing them was this strong. I tug at the drawer’s knob, watching it slide open to reveal the black, forgotten device at its base. I’d kept the space empty excluding this one object, not brave enough to face it on any other occasion. Staring at it now, unease builds inside me, but so does joy. I pick it up. The usual feather-light tool now feels like the full weight of a pup, specially designed to drag me down. I plug the phone into its charger, waiting for life to return to the screen, and hold my breath when it does.

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and the opportunity that could have taken her out of the backwoods, then left with another woman by his side. One of them became a prominent law professor, standing at the front of lecture halls talking about fairness and justice. The other became a renowned fine artist, speaking in front of news cameras about art and integrity. Meanwhile, my grandmother was trapped in the backwoods her entire life, enduring pointed fingers and malicious insults everywhere she went. She died with her eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace. Fifty years passed. I owed everything to the sacrifices of my grandmother and mother. Thanks to them, I

She unwrapped one and fed it to him. I stopped walking. They looked like a family. I looked like the outsider. The sight dragged up an old memory. Years ago, Lucian and I were both hospitalized with pneumonia. My mother and sister stayed by his bed, fussing over every detail. I was left alone in a cold room down the hall. No one noticed when my lips cracked from thirst until a nurse came in and gave me water. That kind of neglect had followed me my whole life. Only after I married Serafina did I learn what it felt like to be cared for. She noticed everything. What I liked. What I avoided. What I needed before I asked. I had believed I was the one person she chose above everyone else.

Only the sharp flicker in his eyes betrayed his frustration. “Two patrols abandoned their posts last night,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. “They left the southern pass unguarded. Do any of you understand what that means?” A murmur rolled through the chamber. One of the older warriors shifted, refusing to meet his gaze. Another, younger and brazen, snapped back. “It means they no longer trust you to lead us.” The words cut like a blade. A hush fell, heavy and suffocating. Mireya slammed her hand on the table. “Mind your tongue, Dren. Without Kaelen you’d be carrion on the moors.”

People always held onto memories, whether they were of a person, an event, or even food. While he focused on cooking, I slipped away, lightly closing the door behind me. I had lied to him. Not only was I leaving, but I would never come back into his life again. ... To help me recover in peace, Dane left all his work behind and took me to Verihaven, a peaceful town surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers. By tacit understanding, neither of us mentioned Jethro. One day, I was in my room, writing my will. I rewrote it over and over, but I was never satisfied.

"We need to get you home. You're burning up." We left the charity event, the night air chilling my wet clothes as we made our way back to my house. We agreed to keep the events at the lake to ourselves, an unspoken understanding that something deeply unnatural had transpired. Neither of us wanted to acknowledge the inhumane shadows lurking in the waters, the sinister pull they held over me.

I replied in great frustrations before I ended the call. I was about to run when Celestine grabbed my arm. "Where are you going?" she inquired. "Emergency," I answered, short. Her eyebrows scrunched. "What emergency?" "Ethan was lost. My baby was lost, I need to find him!" This time, I wasn't able to keep my nerves in comfort and started breaking down. The mall is wide and there are a lot of people inside. I am afraid of the thought that he might be bullied, abused or worst been kidnapped.

Can you come watch my show? A glaring single tick appeared next to the message. He had been blocked. He tried again with a new number. Still nothing. The panic finally shattered the forced calm and arrogance he had been holding onto. Clive shoved past everyone and ran out. The night wind was icy. He drove straight back to the small place they had rented together. Everything that belonged to Julia was gone, cleaned out so completely that it was as if she had never existed. He rushed to every place near campus she might've gone.

"How could a nanny's daughter think she can pass off as the Whites' heiress? If not for the fact that she grew up together with my daughter, I'd have thrown her out long ago." Winnie coughed up blood and collapsed to the side. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward me and grabbed my pant leg, begging desperately. "We grew up together, Amy… You even said you'd always treat me like your sister. "Do we have to go beyond the point of no return just for a man? I was wrong. I'll return Elias to you, but can we return to how things were?" As I look at her broken state, a flicker of hesitation rose in my chest.

in his ear. Lord Issac stood again and gestured for Tine and Mira to join him but no one else. Looking down at the two men in disgust, he frowned and began to speak. "Anton and Ashton, you stand accused of plans of kidnapping, extortion, rape, interfering with a pair of chosen mates, child explotation, illegal entry into a private residence, and making a general nuisance of yourself. Since there is eye witness accounts and personal written testimony, you will be judged without a trial and by the very man you sought to rob of his mate and chosen. Lord Tine Ri, what would you have done with these two?"