Lost Among The Living Novels & Stories

In a fit of rage, she crashed her car into him. "Well, the two of them are still in the hospital. One is in a vegetative state, and the other is paralyzed. I'm not sure who's worse off." "Warren Group's been bought out, too. It's never coming back." After I heard of what happened, I quickly forgot about it. Because from the day I married Roscoe, Benji's name became like any other ordinary name in the world. I didn't dwell on it, and I'd never think of him again.

And everything becomes nothing, fading away to blackness. To Be Continued....

Little did he know that I had taken Ayden and left for foreign shores a decade ago, back to the stronghold of our family. Derick, lost and searching, was instead found by Jasmine. 10 years had turned Jasmine into a shell of her former self, robbed of her fertility and plagued by a severe mental disorder. Once she found Derick again, she would not let go. From lovers to sworn enemies, they lost everything and lived only to torment each other. Soon after, tragedy struck in Derick's home: a shooting that left both dead. Rumor had it that Jasmine, in a fit of madness, decided if she was going down, Derick was going too.

It was a bit of a stretch, since she was in the hold of the Divine, and somewhere where the place didn't exist. As he's mulling it over, Loss looked down at his chest. It was covered with a vaseline like substance in a thick layer, the jelly slowly crusting over his wounds. It was the worse wound he had ever seen; his flesh was charred several layers deep, and on the right side of his chest, he could see a bit of bone. That was what concerned him the most; how the hell was he alive? He had been hit by God and lived! Loss tried so hard to get comfortable, but it was moot point; the salve was starting to crust even more, and it was also going to crack if he wasn't careful enough.

"But in the meantime... I loved. I chose. I lived. And if that was a sin, then so be it. I'll pay the price whenever You decide to collect." My throat started to tighten. "But I've already lost everyone, my God. I lost my mother. I lost my father. I lost the ground beneath my feet, the air in my lungs, the only life I knew. He's all that's left of that life. Alessandro is all that's left." The tears came hot and fast.

That was far worse than being beaten up by imaginary vampires. Alone in the darkness, I grieved. I grieved for the person I’d once been, for her memories, for her love, for her loss. I grieved for Veronica, for the life she had lost. I grieved for Harper, for the innocence that had been stolen. And, most nights, I grieved for Cyrus, too. He had lived more lifetimes than all of us combined. But he had lost his guiding light, his oldest friend, his closest confidant. He had lost a life, too, though it was not his own.

It's like what I was before. “I was the door. But I'm not your home anymore." The house was buried. The being in the water screamed. Not loud. In my head. The child before me started crying. Right. Heartbreaking. His little hands trembled. “Then take me with you.” My heart broke. I saw Liam. Mira. Nora. Emil. All children. Everyone who came because I lost them. Not all born. Not all died. Some only possibilities. But for me they were all real.

Vera, Marina, and Felix, formerly fierce pack members, perished within those frigid, cruel walls. My senses were assaulted by the astounding loss that faced me as I emerged from the depths of that nightmare prison. My pack members' lifeless bodies lie strewn, their once bright spirits eternally muted. The heaviness of their absence pressed against my soul, and I couldn't help but wonder about the awful truth that had unfolded. I sought refuge in Xavier's brother, Levine, the lone survivor among the carnage, with a heavy heart. His stare met mine, an uneasy blend of familiarity and mystery, matching the haunting strangeness that had engulfed that fateful night.

she said in a stutter as she burst out into tears "Liv is gone, she’s never coming back to you or anyone, just like Nora and Mick, she’s left us behind. No matter how we search the house or for how long we read the diary, no one is coming back to us… We are left alone in this horrible house, we are left alone here… Nora isn’t coming back, Mick won’t either, it’s time we accept the fact that we are the only ones left Lyon… we are the only ones" she sobbed

I blink as darkness starts to take over and I vaguely feel a tugging from somewhere. I let the darkness take over and float away and the spoken words drift around me like smoke in the black void of my mind. I'm so sorry, your father has passed away.... We're going to take you home to your mother.... Somebody get doctor Thorne....