No Estas Sola Novels & Stories

She could be here alone… without a man sitting beside her, without the father of her child sitting beside her. She didn’t need him. She didn’t need Adrian Moore. She could do this – alone. There’re a lot of single mothers nowadays. She would be one of them. Yes, come on, Liz. You can do this!

She just wanted to be left alone . ©#KCMmuoe

“Yeah, but I’m someone who doesn’t need to have a mate. I’m perfectly well on my own.” I shook my head, clasping my hands across the desk and leaning forward. “No one is supposed to be alone, Jeff. You need to stop thinking like that. You’re no longer a lone wolf. You are my beta, and as my beta, I need you at your A-game.”

I just hope she knows… She’s not healing alone.

Because I wasn’t alone. Not ever.

I don't want people to say I had help and can't do anything by myself. “No, you have to let me handle this on my own.” “I've been sitting and watching you handle it for the past month, Nicole, and you haven't seen results. You can't do this alone. It's obvious you have countless enemies. How are you going to face them all alone, huh? You need help.” I shook my head. “Just let me handle it, okay? I don't want people to start saying —”

We found a quiet bench a few blocks away from the club, and Katastrophe collapsed into it, burying her face in her hands. “Bess, please talk to me,” I begged softly, sliding beside her. “What’s going on? Why are you like this?” She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “It’s... everything. Work is a nightmare. Justin’s been on my case, and I just feel so alone.” My heart twisted painfully. “You’re not alone. We’re here for you. You don’t have to go through this by yourself.” Katastrophe looked up at me, her eyes red and shining. “It’s just easier to forget, even if only for a little while.”

‘So, you’re here alone. I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. ‘In case your billionaire powers of observation have failed you, Portia and Josh are down there. They’re fully formed human beings. I’m not marooned on a desert island.’ ‘You know what I mean.’ I sighed. ‘Fine. If you mean, am I here alone, unattached, tragically single, a pathetic singleton surrounded by a sea of Valentine’s couples, then yes. Congratulations on your deduction. I am alone. Are you happy now?’

“Step by step. You are not alone in this, Bella.” “I know,” I said quietly.

“But you’re not doing this alone. Not now. Not ever.” And for the first time since everything fell apart— I almost believe him.