Loner Book Novels & Stories

Those disturbing images raided my brain, repeating like my grandmother's broke track record. Nausea swirled unrestrained in my empty stomach. My heart felt like my blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat. A black cloud hung over me as if rain on my sorrow down on me where I went. I know Liam is a guy who has his needs but does he go around messing with every girl he sees? I'm on his checklist of girls. Yeah, let me try fucking an orphan Indian girl that doesn't know much about her origin...blah...blah...blah.

Caroline sounded breathless on the phone. "I'm sorry Caroline, but you won't believe what happened last night," Dari said and went on to tell Caroline everything that happened last night, sparing no details, when she was done Caroline was laughing so hard at the other end of the line. "Oh my God, Dari, I think you stole a few pages from my book. I can't believe it," she said, laughing " You better believe it, Caroline. I mean, I don't even know his name, I can only remember his face and his body, and he was fully sculpted by a genius."

Lone stares around in silence, with a surprised look on his face without saying a word ,and takes a good look at Juliana top to bottom ,like he's trying to analyze her, don't know if he's doing it to know if she's good enough for kamara or what exactly but it sure made her feel very nervous she clinched so tightly to kumara ,and he embraced her back giving her some sort of comfort ,these two looked really cute right now, and i let out a smile watching them both Lone couldn't help it too and also smile at them, wow so this monster also has a weak and sensitive spot or if he's mocking them ,its really difficult trying to read his body language ,considering how arrogant he is, weather the smi

I would have reached an untouchable status and that would have made me feel more isolated than I already am. I’m eyeing everyone in this tight-packed house, the lights dimmed low and too many people stuffed inside. I don’t even know who this house belongs to, or why they are even organizing this party. All I do know is that I had heard whisperings of a party being organized on account of some birthday or something as stupid as their parents being out of the pack. I had never been to these parties before being a self-certified loner, but now I wanted to be here because I had read that these parties were also a hot spot if you wanted to casually hook up with someone.

Liana’s POV Ihave been alone since my mother died. The loneliness has always spread through my body like rot. Even though I am continuously surrounded by people, it has lurked beneath my skin and threatened to consume me. This morning, when I wake up alone, it feels different. It’s an alone where I can hear my own thoughts; they mingle with the gentle patter of rain against the thin window. For once, I don’t have to perform to anyone, because there are no ladies-in-waiting ushering me out of bed. Instead, I can lie bundled up in the soft quilt in a room filled with intriguing piles of books and sweet-scented herbs.

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

When I was little, I read an old book that turned my perceptions upside down. It was about vampires. Funny, right? Never thought back then that I would end up as a strigoi. The book showed me a glimpse of darkness I could never picture otherwise. My heart broke at the sublime loneliness one can feel, shunned by society. The two options were to live alone and forgotten, hiding from sight, or be hunted down and killed just for existing. I’ve never felt such pity for a being. Growing up, I thought it was all just a story. And then I met Laura. The perfect incarnation of loneliness.

Love Jac. I sat down and opened my present, very carefully unwrapping it. I placed the book down and folded the newsprint neatly. I picked up the book, looking it over carefully. Jac always found obscure books on his research trips for me, something new to add to my library. I wonder if this is the last book he will get me, now that he’s a mated man. I sighed lightly, I would miss this. I flipped the book over to the cover. The Country and the City by Raymond Williams. The book was greyish in color, always a hard cover. I went over to my shelf where I kept the books of urban citylife. I picked up the newsprint and went to my window, where a box sat on a shelf. I unlocked the box with a littl

I was left here in this cold, heartless place. The tears started again, hot and fast, and for a wild, desperate second, I reached for my phone to call him – to scream, to beg, to ask to take me away from this den of wolves. But the pride – stopped me. He had chosen to abandon me, forced me to stay here and that betrayal was a wound that refused to heal, festering under the weight of my loneliness. This was so unfair. I was lost in the storm of my own weeping when a sharp, rhythmic knock at the door shattered the silence.

♪♪ My Heart Want What It Wants - Selena Gomez ✿ Lilah's POV : The next morning, I wake up alone. The bed beside me is cold, empty, and Ivan is already gone. No surprise there. The man seems to vanish with the dawn, leaving behind nothing but his presence still lingering in the air.