Never Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

I made a sudden move toward Ryan, sending the knife straight into my chest. I collapsed where I stood. Blood poured out as I felt my life slipping away. At last, I was going home. The moment I went down, grief‑stricken screams tore through the air. Comments appeared before me once again. "What the hell? Why did Daniel take his own life?" "Isn't this supposed to be a feel-good story? What is happening?" "Wait, if he's gone, what's going to happen to the three female leads?" Ryan still had the knife in his hand. Screaming in shock, he instinctively turned to Hazel, hoping she'd do something.

Even though they were miles apart, Alina could almost see the bright smile on her mother’s face. They talked for hours, Alina didn’t even realize how much time had passed until she glanced at the clock. When the call finally ended, Alina sat still for a moment, hugging her phone to her chest. Then she stood up and walked to her bookshelf. Her fingers brushed along the spines of several books before stopping at one particular title “Seven Days Before Goodbye” by Aria Bennett. A small smile tugged at her lips as she pulled it out. That book was her favorite not just because it was beautifully written, but because every word inside it felt strangely personal. It was as if someone had written he

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

It could rewrite the memory so nothing could trigger the original events while the chip remained in place. However, the pain from that experience would still need proper healing so that Alan would no longer try to kill himself once the chip failed. I had chosen to sacrifice more than I should have. I thought love might cure even this. I was wrong. Once Alan believed I had endured that torment, he treated me as if I carried every disease in the world. He turned it into a weapon against me. … The video ended. Sophia scanned the crowd, yet her gaze lingered on me longer than on anyone else. "You see, just because someone appears alive does not mean they are not dead inside.

“The Alpha is dead.” The book in my hand dropped to the floor.

And sinking. Never to resurface. And he's utterly alone. *

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

C H A P T E R 1 : D E P A R T But she was not around, and that is the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going into every fight with backup; you are going into every fight alone. Mitch Albom ~ J U L I E S T. M A T T H E W S

Who do you think you're fooling? The day I was murdered, I begged Albert over and over not to kill me. He asked me if I had any last wishes. I said I wanted to call my mom, just one last time. I wanted to call her Mom again. Albert agreed. He said as long as Mom was willing to trade her life for mine, he would let me live. However, Mom didn't love me. She didn't even care. She hated me. The moment the call was cut off, I stopped struggling.

I'm not alone anymore, and goodness does it feel fantastic. So this is the final part of "Alone" and I can't believe it's over. It's the longest book I've written but it's also been so fun to write. I'm sorry to keep waiting for the updates. And thank you all for the patience, love and support!