Left Neglected Novels & Stories

When the extreme-heat apocalypse arrived, surface temperatures reached 158°F, and the first group of people began moving to Frostpoint Base. As a scientist, my wife had two spots to bring family members with her. Everyone thought she would take me without hesitation. But in the end, she put the name of her graduate student on the application. "He's my student, and he doesn't have his parents with him. I can't bear to leave him alone in a place this hot." She submitted the application without a second thought. Her next words chilled me to the bone. "Ethan, you're different. You've been tough since you were a kid. I know you can survive until the second group is evacuated." I forced a bitter s

“There’s nothing left to hold on to. After all, they don’t belong to me anymore.” Once the roses were gone, the yard looked hollow and bare. However, I felt light and free. I walked back into the villa to finish packing my things. While sorting through the shelves, I spotted a small plush toy tucked away in a dusty corner. When Sam was just eighteen, working eight jobs to build a future for us in this city. As we barely saw each other during those days, I gave him that little toy. It could talk since I had recorded my voice: “Sammy, what are you up to? I miss you. When are you coming home?”

Since he had never marked me, two signatures were enough. By the time anyone found the agreement in his room, I would already be gone. Just before boarding, my phone lit up with one last message from him. No time for this childish game. Lyra has her birth check tomorrow at ten. Come with us. You should have your lungs checked too. I looked at it for a long moment. Then I turned off the phone and dropped it into the trash. Kael Blackthorn, from tonight on, you and I are finished.

Mom just looked annoyed, complaining, "I told the staff to double-check everything before we left. How could there be a gas leak? What is Frida playing at now? She's always sneaking around. She must've broken out of the basement to mess up Calla's birthday again." Dad, frowning, nodded in agreement. "She hasn't changed one bit. Forget her. Let's just enjoy our time with Calla and deal with this when we get back." I had imagined many different scenarios, but never that they would simply ignore the police's call. The next morning, my family went on with their vacation as though nothing had happened. They even blocked unknown numbers from reaching their phones. Calla enjoyed herself immensely,

How had we let ourselves drift so far apart while still sharing the same bed? After losing our baby, things haven't been the same for us. It was something I had ignored at first, I figured time would heal everything but I was wrong…I shouldn't have waited this long to accept something was wrong. Hours passed as I threw myself into work, analyzing data and typing out detailed responses. Each report I tackled was one less moment to dwell on the image of Roman's retreating back, on the memory of how easily he had moved through violence yesterday, like a dancer performing steps he'd practiced countless times before.

She always did her best to make the girl feel at home but she knew the girl's spirit was broken. The older Milbournes lived in another house in one part of the estate while the young Milbourne had a house all to himself in the same estate. Mrs Nelson was in charge of the two households. She visited the first house everyday but she resided in the second house. She was also present during family gatherings and had witnessed firsthand how they treated Claire. Ayana was also present at such gatherings and always clung to Oliver. The sight sickened her.

I started going on with Arthur again to look after our business and Mafia stuff. Arthur never asked me whether I had kept an ongoing communication with Ranvijay or not. Neither Ranvjiay nor Randhir had ever called me. Sylvia told me she had informed Ranvijay about my survival but apart from that she didn't disclose a single information. Uncle Luca was too worried along with Aunt. He was more furious with Arthur because of his negligence towards me. I tried my level best to make him understand that it was only my fault.

And yet, the thought refused to leave him. “Did you do a deep search?” he called out. “Yes, Beta!” another soldier replied. “We searched the depths and along the shorelines. There’s nothing. Maybe she drifted away… or the sea carried her somewhere else.” Blaze inhaled deeply, trying to calm his racing thoughts. If Lucas learned they hadn’t found the body, things would get worse. The Alpha already doubted that Maddena was truly gone, and this would only make him more paranoid. Simon stepped closer, his face pale and drawn. “What are we going to do now, Blaze?” he asked quietly. “We’ve got nothing. Lucas won’t take this lightly. You know how he gets when he’s angry.”

Afterwards, I grab my overnight bag to get dressed for work. It’s then that I realize I haven’t seen my phone this morning. What the heck have I done with it? It’s then that I remember I turned it off last night before I left the house to meet B at the bar. I search through Bianca’s house to find my purse, and find it on the floor by the front door. It’s in there that I find my phone still turned off. So I turn it on. I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t the plethora of messages and a voicemail from Michael. I didn’t think he’d care that I stayed at Bianca’s last night.

The Don of the Hart family, crying in a hospital bed, alone. For the first time, the invisible pain had a name. Deserved.