Lost Words: Beyond The Page Novels & Stories

Not yet. He walked back towards the window. His reflection appeared faintly. As he stared, his eyes grew colder and he whispered to himself, “ One day you will understand. And when that day comes, no one will be able to ignore me.” The city lights flickered faintly. And somewhere in the distance, something was already moving closer.

A stranger's kindness brought a trace of warmth back to my dead, disappointed heart. Perhaps this was the reason I was brought back in time. This chance allowed me to know the truth of everything that happened, and it also made me realize that this world was not just full of malicious people. After bidding Mary farewell, I followed the address to the apartment. I did not expect the lights to be on when I walked in. A soft and gentle voice greeted me. "Are you Joseph? Hi, I'm Wendy. I was cleaning the place up for you. Otherwise, there's no way you can sleep here tonight."

Justin shut his eyes as tears of anguish slipped down his face. If only he had chosen Yvonne from the very beginning. If only he had understood his own heart sooner. If only he had believed her… Endless what-ifs flooded his mind, but in the end, they all turned into the few written words in his hands: [I’m leaving. Don’t come looking for me. I don’t want you anymore.] “Yvonne!” Justin jolted upright. His face was pale and drenched in sweat. There was terror in his eyes.

Content Warning: This chapter contains themes with institutional abuse, psychological manipulation, and implied violence. Reader discretion advised. The dormitory lights clicked off at eleven and I lay in the dark counting every breath like it might be the last one that still belonged to me. The key was warm in my palm. I kept running my thumb across the letters scratched into the metal and trying to decide what they meant now. T-O-B-Y. Either the most real thing in this place or the most carefully constructed lie I had ever been handed.

They stopped replying. At that point, Maggie's phone rang. She hurriedly clocked out and left work. I took one last look at Zach's file and stood up to go home. In the shower, I pulled off my silk scarf and exposed the ugly, twisted scar on my neck. Morris had caused it. Ten years ago, in the spring, I couldn't reach him. Courtney had disappeared, too. I gritted my teeth and used the last bit of money I had to buy a cheap plane ticket to find him.

Across the way, light flickered in Lucan’s chamber. I didn’t look long. Just enough. That familiar ache stirred in my chest again. The one I couldn’t name. I whispered to the dark: “Why do I feel like I’ve lost something I never had?” The wind didn’t answer. But it didn’t feel quite so cold anymore.

“Same here.” He rolled out of bed, and I couldn’t help but watch as he started getting dressed. His movements were effortless, confident and I found myself staring at the way his muscles shifted under his skin, the lines of his body strong and defined. I bit my lip, a flush creeping up my neck. Last night had been… intense. More than that, it had been a reprieve. Lately, depression had been a heavy fog, clinging to me, making every step feel like wading through quicksand. My father’s death, my mother’s breakdown, the endless questions with no answers—it was all too much. But with Alex, in those stolen moments, I could forget. In his arms, I could let go of the pain, even if just for a little

Hunter says looking over my shoulder. I look round at him and then back to the book as I feel my wolf dart from my mind slamming the door behind her. "Right here" I say as I look back down to the blank page in front of me. I gasp. The words, the drawing it was gone! I quickly flick through the book. Every page blank. Except I knew it wasnt! "I swear.... It was right here and there was a drawing of a wolf!" I rant. "I believe you" Hunter says reassuringly.

I just want to enjoy my life, this is my second life already because of what happened yet revelations keep breaking me. I am a broken glass, I glued myself but then now I am broken again and this time I do not know how to fix it anymore. If it can still be fixed. “Sshh, sshh. Cry all you want, I am here okay? I’ll be with you,” Aunt Elina murmured as she pulled me into a tight hug once again. I may be so drained already that after I rested my head on Aunt Elina’s shoulder everything went black. VALEN

Whatever happened to him, or whatever happened around him, he would always look calm, almost expressionless. Maybe only his mother can reach Althan to his true self, who is buried deep inside there. Althan suddenly remembered what happened this afternoon, when Evie approached him to give him a wish list. There was some kind of unpleasant coincidence between them, Evie lost her father while she lost her mother. However, Althan knew it must be the same, what he felt was what Evie felt. He ever read a question what is heavier? Abandoned or left? In his heart he replied, it must be harder to leave. Especially when it comes to death. People often say that the dead can watch their family from heav