Loner Book Novels & Stories

I'd rather a death be quick and painless then of freaking starvation. I haven't been taken from my room in days. I wish I knew how long I've been here. Of course no one is probably looking. The only "friends" I had were the ones I worked with at the club. And my boss is probably pissed that I haven't shown up to work. So I'm never going to be found because no one is looking. Downsides of being a loner. If you ever get kidnapped, you're fucked.

On the day I was diagnosed with stage four cancer, Vivian Cross handed me a contract for a divorce reality show. I already knew that meant she'd lost another bet to her secretary, Miles Smith. They'd made ninety-nine bets over the years, and every time, Vivian let herself lose on purpose. She lost the house we decorated for our wedding. She lost the wedding itself. She even lost our son's body, handing him over so Miles could satisfy his twisted curiosity about the human body. Our baby had been seven months along when they donated his remains. He'd been so small. Vivian slid the contract across to me, tapping the papers. "Ethan, I lost another bet. It's just a reality show. Help me keep M

This man was difficult to read. “I’m not sure if I’d call myself a loner. I love to read.” I mentally sighed after the words left my mouth, realizing that I’d yet again given an example of something I do alone. “But I’m excellent at writing book summarizations.” We stared at each other in thick silence and I could almost hear the thundering of my own heart.

_Terrified_. “_I’m _lonely_ too, Seven.” Rylan’s eyes _flickered_. _Four_. “_Good_,” Four said. “_Then _let_ me _in_. Be _less_ lonely _together_.” One _flinchd_. The chip. In his head. _Screaming_. _KILL SEVEN KILL SEVEN KILL SEVEN_ He looked at Kieran. At the _gun_. “_Do it_,” One whispered. “_Before _he_ takes _me_. Before I _hurt_ him. _Please_.”

As a lone wolf, she had to tread carefully. Most especially after she crossed over to the region of the eastern border. One wrong move could cost her life. Lone wolves were the wolves that refused to submit to the authority of an alpha, and as a result, these wolves were considered harmful to their packs. As such, they were often kicked out of their packs because of the dangers they possessed. A wolf that wouldn't submit to the alpha was a wolf that would turn against its people, so they would most likely go rogue.

I parked in the garage and went into the house. The house was quiet. It’s just me now. I’ll get used to it eventually, though I have to admit that I feel lonely. But I am not going to dwell on it. This feeling is just temporary. At least, I hope. Shaking that thought out of my head, I went to take a shower. When I was finished, I sat on my bed thinking about this point in my life. My job starts tomorrow night, so I’ll stay awake just a little longer to slowly adjust working the graveyard shift. Looking at the time, it’s only 10pm, so I looked for something to watch on one of those streaming networks. No matter how many streaming services or channels I have, there is always nothin

After two more months, perhaps the guard came to realize that no money would ever be forthcoming; perhaps he was exhausted; maybe the cells were growing too crowded with more serious criminals; whatever the cause, he was at last granted a chance to gain his freedom. By then, Finn had begun to rely on anything but himself. Lonely and alone are such very different things—so very, very different. He was lonely with the person who was supposed to love him more than any other, then later alone again. Yet he heard some advice, and it's helping so very much, that if he embraced the feeling of loneliness, let himself feel the pain in full force, and had the courage to stand and keep going, that he w

I look at the book and put it back to where it is originally placed and takes the one that I can use. I roam my eyes to find where the loner, Airo Sebastian, is sitting. He’s on the very corner, reading the book the way he does just like the last time I see him. I wonder why no one is telling him, it will possibly damage the book. The librarian doesn’t even notice him. I decided to sit in front of him. “You know what? I’m the first person who saw that book, today.” I lean on the table, resting my elbows on the top of the book that I have. I watch him flip his book’s pages. Now my right hand reaches my cheek.

While curled up in my nest, I sometimes caught myself drifting into a daydream, imagining myself running through those mountains and trees…in another life…another time…a time when I had a wolf…er at least a wolf like everyone else. Then it shook me back to my present. I quickly correct my thinking and dive right back into the book I tend to be holding before I had drifted into my imagination. I was a bit lonely living in this place, but I slowly grew to accept it under the rationale that this beats my alternative…Alpha Dickovan with his twisted and sick plans for me…nope! I’ll take Loneliness and Heartbreak for five hundred, Bob! Thank you very much! On lazy Tuesdays like today, Boston usual

" I stare at the side of his face for a moment. I am Frozen for a thought hits me. There is only one window in the library. ------------------------------------------- My fingers quietly sift through the pages of the old Kings' journal, Xiirian Adonis Prime, The 8th Night Wolf. The sound of the slight brushes of pages and my small breaths are drowned by the snores of the other slaves that are already fast asleep, against the silence of midnight. It is well into the night, but I cannot sleep. Not when Night Wolf's words seem to bleed through the pages. He lived a life crueler than I ever imagined. His grief. His loneliness. I thought it was parallel to mine but is far different. It is deeper