Long Way Down Characters Novels & Stories

Anthony kept Linda in the basement for an excruciating three days, without a morsel of food or a sip of water. Come the dawn of the fourth day, he ordered the basement door swung open. The air was thick with the stench of neglect. Anthony held his hand over his nose and mouth. "Ready to make that trip to the courthouse for a divorce?" Linda, her appearance a mess and her body frail, struggled to her feet, her eyes wide with terror. "Anthony, just let me out, I'll do whatever you say."

The servers' laughter slowly disappeared beneath the roar of the rain. When I stepped outside, my suit was completely soaked. Mud covered my dress pants, ruining any attempt I made to look presentable because of the storm. Passersby looked at me with strange, pitying expressions, as if they knew I had just become the joke of the night. That was when my phone rang. The engagement party was already over, and only then did the missing female lead finally decide to call. "Caleb," Samantha said, sounding perfectly calm, "my team-building event just ended. I’m on my way now. Wait another half hour. I’ll be there soon."

and closes the door behind him. I hold my breath until I hear the truck leave, then walk to the window to watch it drive down the road until I can’t see or hear it anymore. Then I sink to my knees and cry until I can’t cry anymore. The mixture of thoughts and emotions is so hard to explain. Deep down, I know Rob"s full of shit, and at the same time, I believe I’m a lazy fat-ass, and everyone thinks so.

The first time I went to the boutique to try on wedding dresses, I stumbled upon the staff playing their game of “Guess the Bride.” The big screen inside was displaying the package my fiancé had reserved. Eager to snag the commission, the makeup artist spoke up first: “I remember the bride is petite and delicate. She looks absolutely stunning in a mermaid dress.” The photographer chime in: “She has straight bangs and two dimples when she smiles.” “Oh, right—and a red mole on her collarbone. She looks best in an off-shoulder gown.” I froze right on the spot. I had waist-length, voluminous waves, no dimples, and certainly no mole. The person they were describing fit my best friend—Charlotte Ho

BOOOOOOOOMMMM BOOOOOOOMMMMM “All of you, get lost! I, Long Chen, will stand on my own two feet, and you’re not worthy of stopping me!” Long Chen stubbornly broke free from the chains binding him, and this time, he absorbed all the memories of the ten gods. All those memories—whether sad, happy, joyful, or their worst evils—entered Long Chen’s mind with such clarity that he was finally set free. BOOOOOMMMM

Six years into our long-distance relationship, I tell my girlfriend, Claire Whitmore, that I'm too busy with work to spend her birthday with her. Behind her back, I secretly take the property deed with me and board a ten-hour flight to her city. I want to propose to her in front of all our friends and surprise her. While waiting for my ride, I use my work phone to reply to a few messages, then casually scroll through my social media feed. The first post I see is from my childhood friend, Ryan Cole. "I'm going to be a godfather! My goddaughter is 8.5 pounds. I'm so happy!" I open the photo and see Claire and Damian Pierce posing together, a baby between them. My mind goes completely blan

this is the way I'm dying. And when footsteps were so close I fell on the snow, I turned letting another big loud scream, but my eyes widened when I saw…

My face broke into a frown as tears trickled down my face, I struggled with my breath as I stared at Carl going down on one knee in proposal. ‘How did he move on that fast?’ I wondered, unable to believe it. My heart throbbed with pain and before I could make sense of my thoughts, his next words hit me like a bullet. “Cassandra Gates, will you marry me?”

Khailah P.O.V The filthy and packed semi-truck that we were in finally came to a stop. At least 100 or so females are inside here with me. Some of the ladies were crying, yelling for help, praying, or mumbling incoherently. Some of the more recent kidnapped companions are banging on the walls. While yelling to be freed! I’m actually not sure how many of us are stashed in the back of here. There are no lights inside here and my cellphone battery finally died two days ago. We’ve been in this truck for almost a week now, I believe. The only times that they’ve stopped were to add more females. When my phone still had some power, I turned it on to airplane mode to preserve the battery. And used t

One girl clutched a rag doll, whispering to it: "Doctor will fix you." My throat tightened. Six years ago, I walked away from the lab that could have stopped this. Today, I walk back. Palm fronds whispered. Dust stirred, kissing the worn leather of my boots. The tarmac shimmered under 40°C—a heat meant to blister. Yet my skin only warmed. Gentle. Familiar. True. I am a daywalker. I always was. The humanity in my blood never faded. Sam stood silent by the sedan,“No devices past here.”