Little Less Lonely Together Novels & Stories

"To be honest, I have no damn clue. I've been saving my money though, and Marta and Bill would shit, bit I really just...ugh. Well, I want to go somewhere. Do something. Between the studying, side jobs and being in that depressing house, I just want to break the routine. A change of scenery." "I feel you! I'm wanting the same, but I was too afraid to do do alone. I was just waiting on you to say something like that so I'd have a partner in crime. I don't have the balls to go solo." I smile. "Me either. Bill has kind of freaked me out over the years. If a dude follows me through the 7/11 I'm already reaching for the industrial strength dog deterrent and convinced it's my end." She laughs.

Kayla agreed with me and said, "We had a rogue attack that lasted all of about 10 minutes last year and she hid the whole damn time" As we got started on our trip, Damien said, "I want to spend the majority of this trip getting to know you two. I know that if I want to Abby, I have to know Kayla too. Apparently, you two are a dream team, of sorts". Kayla and I look at each other and laugh. "Dream team? No". I say, "We have just always done everything together. We have never argued, and never had any sort of disagreement. I think the Moon Goddess put us together for that reason".

Ted's POV I felt like I'd been dreaming, one long, endless dream. At the start of it, Vivian, Chloe, and I had been happy together—truly happy. But by the end, the two of them stood side by side, defending Andy, hurling cruel words at me. Even with my heart aching to the point of numbness, it still hurt, faintly, underneath it all. The pain went on and on, until finally, I opened my eyes.

"Together?" "Together."

--- Together. -

He even promised me that once it was over, he'd marry me. The moment I agreed to take Roxanne's place, Clinton's eyes lit up with joy. He rose, spread his arms, and said, "Gabby, I knew you'd never make things difficult for me. You've always been tough, and no one could push you around. "But Roxanne's different. She's spent her whole life depending on others, careful and guarded every step of the way. She needs to be protected." Having said that, he tried to hold me as he once had, but I shoved him away with all my strength.

"It was all over the news, Ana. You could have seen it there." "Do you love her very much?" Ana adopted a sad, childlike tone. "She's my wife." Those words shattered the girl. "Please don't cry." "I was so happy arranging the house, waiting for you to return. I couldn't wait to see you. Now that you're married, I'm all alone." "Don't say that. You have me. Just calm down. You're making me feel worse than before. I'm sorry if my friendship gave you the wrong impression. I care about you a lot, but as a friend, like a sister."

Prue said easily, thumbs flying over her screen. So that was it – best buddies already. Sharing memes, videos, inside jokes – all while I sat there watching from the outside, irritation sharpening again because I knew da.mn well I’d put myself there. My Beta and Delta had told me more than once that my views on lone wolves were outdated, rigid, inherited baggage I refused to unpack, but letting go of them felt like betraying my grandparents, like erasing something foundational even if it no longer fit the world I was living in. “Oh, and I love this stand-up comedian,” Prue said next, and within seconds both Greg and John were watching the same clip out of sync, the same monologue funky playi

I said while trying to hug him again but he pushed me away. “Who is we?” he thundered. I stared at him in shock “What do you mean?” “Don’t act dumb woman,” he chuckled “Don’t tell me, you actually believe that you will have in share in my money,” “I’m confused, what are you talking about,” I said, my heart beat running fast “ I thought when you win the lottery, we would finally clear out some of our debts and also maybe this time you could help with the rent,” My boyfriend laughed loud and long as if I had told the funniest joke known to mankind, after he was done laughing he stared at me with a serious look.

In the church, the pastor gently reminded, "The bride and groom may now exchange rings." I, Joycelyn Chilton, extended my ring finger and waited quietly, but Theodore Gunther didn't move. He stared intently at the message on his phone before he suddenly tossed the ring and rushed out. I took out my phone and saw that Gwen Lithgow had just posted something on her social media account. The photo was of a hospital bed, and the caption read, "Came back all alone for treatment. How sad."