Loner Book Novels & Stories

I went through books in romance section. I found my one and only favourite book, of all time called 'Stolen' by Lucy Christopher. She is an amazing writer. I have read the whole book more than 3 times and here i am reading it again. The book is more like thriller than romance but i love it anyways. I sat on the corner table and read the book. It felt amazing to read the book again. The girl gets kidnapped from an airport, the boy who kidnaps her, in this book is described as a hot guy.

For the briefest moment, Walter looked almost embarrassed. Lois nearly laughed. If someone had told her last week that Walter Ford could be embarrassed, she would've demanded proof. Yet here he was. Standing in front of her with a finished four hundred page novel and no reasonable explanation for why he'd devoured it overnight. Walter cleared his throat. "There was a line." "In the book?" He nodded. "What line?" His eyes shifted toward the rain speckled window. Away from her. Away from everything. "'The loneliest people are often the ones everyone assumes are fine.'"

She didn’t want to tell Joey that this one simple sentence had changed her world more than she was willing to accept and that she was terrified that her heart was losing its claws, its weapons, and its hunger for blood in the battle against Zander. Joey’s eyes crinkled, and she was so focused on the confusion and awe in them that it didn’t even register that he was laughing. Not just laughing—hooting. Holding his stomach and everything. “No, come on, no. Your friend didn’t mean your heart is a lonely hunter. She meant the book The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers. Maybe it was her favourite. The author was twenty-three when she wrote it. Your age.” He looked at me pointedly, like

He always got tense when I mentioned about wanting to leave. “I've been meaning to ask you.” I spoke looking at my hands so he wouldn't see the scared look in my eye. “You have told me of packs and communities. Places people are born too. I'm born to nowhere. Is there anywhere for...” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “For someone like me? Somewhere for abandoned wolves? Somewhere that is safe?” This was playing on my mind a lot over the last few days. Both Liam and Alice explained to me about Rogue wolves, how they live in isolation and kill and cause chaos. I didn't want to become a rogue.

It wasn't just about a broken heart; it was about a broken belief system, a fundamental shift in her understanding of love, loyalty, and truth. The path to healing felt impossibly long, shrouded in a fog of uncertainty. There were moments, fleeting and precious, when a glimmer of her old self would surface – a wry observation, a spark of humor, a moment of genuine connection with a friend. But these moments were often short-lived, quickly swallowed by the pervasive sense of loss. The loneliness was a constant companion, a shadow that followed her everywhere, a silent testament to the profound disruption that had occurred. She knew, intellectually, that healing was possible, that time would e

Dylan mocked Lucian, who clenched his jaws. “Fuck you, Dylan!” Lucian angrily cursed him. “Tell me, where the fuck are you?” Dylan started walking away. He even locked the door after he left. I want to follow them, but I lost my strength. I swallowed hard as I looked at the window. I chewed my lower lip. All I can see is the never ending green scenery. It was like a paradise. A lonely paradise. A paradise for sorrowful soul. Hugging myself, I can only hope and pray that Lucian come with a plan. Although, I know that he will because he's smart. I'm just scared that Dylan might outsmart him, just like what he did to Jacob and to me. ~

⸻ 🌙 The Lonely Boy The pages turned. ⸻ A memory emerged. ⸻ Not of a god. Not of an author. ⸻ A boy. ⸻ Alone. ⸻ Sitting in endless darkness. ⸻ No stars. No worlds. No dreams. ⸻ Nothing. ⸻ Just silence. ⸻ The same loneliness the Dreamer once described. ⸻ The same loneliness the Mother once felt. ⸻ The same loneliness the Void King carried for eternity.

“I don’t blame you, but… there are plenty of online dating groups for seniors these days. What I’m suggesting is, once Farrell leaves, you shouldn’t just stay cooped up at home all the time. You should get out and socialize more.” My words were quite subtle. Jetson was a smart man. He caught on immediately. Once Farrell left, I did not even have to remind him. Every day, he would head out right after breakfast and would not return until evening. As a result, Jetson and I hardly ever crossed paths, and I gradually let down my guard around him. Something unexpected happened. Jetson actually found a partner at one of those social gatherings. The woman was called Chandler Helm. She was a widow.

She never ignored his silence but would genuinely ask for his thoughts on any issue, just like she did with every other classmate. Jaycie became the one person who appeared most frequently in his life, the only bright spot in his otherwise lonely world. Zander hated his own cowardice and silence back then. He had only added her as a friend through the school yearbook after graduation, never daring to start a conversation with her. He always felt he wasn't worthy of her. Afterward, while studying abroad and undergoing therapy, he had finally tried to find out about her. The news he received was that she was already dating someone else.

From being the daughter of an Alpha, I became a lone wolf. I had to fend for myself, so I mingled with other homeless kids and they taught me how to survive. I am twenty now, and I’m still on the street, starving. As I walked down the street, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I was yet to feed her. I dipped my hand into my pocket and drew out the last fifty cents with me. I wasn’t sure what this small amount of money was going to do to me, but I hoped that if I approached a food seller with this amount, he or she would show remorse.