No Estas Sola Novels & Stories

Yohan and Julian would call them dark cuisines, but thankfully Samuel was fond of it, so this hobby remained with me until now. Samuel glanced at me nervously. "You've never lived on your own before, Naomi. Besides, there's still a lot at the company that needs to be handed over to you." I figured it made some sense. After all, I don't even eat the food I make myself—I couldn't possibly survive on takeouts alone. Plus, I just returned to the company, so there was still a lot I needed to go through with Samuel. Not to mention that I now needed him to help clean up after Fluffy too.

“You’re strong enough to—” “I’m not,” I interrupted. “I’m really not. My entire life, I’ve faced everything alone. Every beating from my father. Every moment of my mother’s deterioration. Every business decision, every fight, every goddamn nightmare. I’ve done it all by myself because I didn’t know how to let anyone in. But you—” My voice cracked. “You make me want to stop being alone. You make me believe I don’t have to be.” Tears welled in her eyes.

"It takes a village, Lesa. And you've got a damn good one here, if I do say so myself." "I know. It's just, with everything going on, I feel kind of alone? Chris aside," she pauses, hand moving to her stomach as a sadness passes in her gaze, "Xavier and the guys are completely in their own world. Understandably so. And Celeste. . ."

That she’s not alone. That she’s never been alone. It starts tonight.

“I read the article. It’s brutal.” “Worse than I imagined,” she said quietly. I could almost see her—alone, sitting in the silence of her apartment, the world closing in on her. The exhaustion, the heartbreak. “We expected this,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. “It’s a tactic—intended to isolate you, make you doubt yourself.” She sighed. “It’s working.” “No,” I said firmly. “It’s not. You’re not alone, Elena. Not now. Not ever.”

“Being matched to you doesn’t take away what you already are. It can only add to it. You are still you, and I am still me. This will always be. We can take care of ourselves, live our own lives, go on our own journeys, but together…together, we make us, and traveling as an us down one road on our separate journeys... Well, we can help the other along the way, share our unique perspectives, encourage and entertain one another, combat the loneliness, love unceasingly.” She lifted her face, her brown eyes solemn. “Except we can’t be together.” I only smiled. “We’re together now.” “Yes.” She rolled her eyes. “But this isn’t real.” Then she had to wrinkle her nose as if unsure whether she support

She pauses, letting the implication hang in the air. " Mom, two months haven't even passed after I burried my mate." I remind her incase she forgot. Her expression softens. " I know baby, I know. I'm not saying you should jump into anything. I'm just saying... it's okay to not be alone." She says gently, and for a moment, my composure wavers. " I'm not alone. I have you,my family.I have Aria. I have Katy." I say, but even I can hear the hollowness in my own words.

Sue me for thinking that’s a terrible fate, but that is how I feel without lying to myself. I know plenty of women out there are like, “I don’t need a man! I’m strong and independent!” but I’m not one of them. Fuck no. I don’t want to be single for the rest of my life. I want to spend my days with someone special. Laugh and see the world together.

She knew what I did not, she saw what I didn't. “I’m not letting you do this alone,” Sienna said. “I know that this is not something that you want me to do right now, and I know that you don't want me to be by your side. Maybe you want to endure this by yourself, but I'm not going to let you do it.” “I didn’t ask you to,” I muttered, rubbing my hand over my face. “I've handled worse by myself, Sienna, you know that. You don't have to roam around me.”

Not even close. But she didn’t feel alone. Not anymore.