No One Else Comes Close Novels & Stories

Throughout the evening, Peter stayed by my side until Dad called him away to discuss business. I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I gazed at the night sky. The peace was broken by an unwelcome voice behind me. "I can't believe you're still with Peter. He's supposed to marry the heiress of the richest family in the world. Why haven't you left him yet?" I saw Lance but acted like he didn't exist. Seeing that I was ignoring him, he sat down beside me and continued verbally assaulting me. "He brought you here tonight but left you sitting alone. He clearly doesn't care about you that much."

Someone scoffs and I send him a stink eye. “Are you okay?” Someone else ask closing the distance between us and getting a little too close. “I’m fine” I state and walk out of there as fast as I can. I think I am losing my mind at this point.

Was there no hope in them being together? What happened? Gale abruptly got out of his bed and strode toward the window. He couldn't breathe. The room seems to be so stuffy, and he needs air. When the wind touches his face, he feels a little relaxed. He watches the night sky. There weren't too many stars in the sky, but there were more here than there were ever in Toronto. Gale was trying to distract himself from the thoughts of Ava, but the stars only remind him of her freckles.

I marked lines at both my cheeks and declared, "This is war!" I squeezed into the people around, I can easily squeeze in thanks to my height. This is your lesson to never underestimate small people- especially broke fangirls like me who can only pay for a faraway spot. I've encountered more people that these so step aside and learn from a pro, girls!

As I'm staring at the wall I hear the door open. I can't bring myself to see who walked in. Being alone is my new life now. I don't want my hopes up when someone comes to drag me out of the room, only to be left alone in the end. The door closes with a loud click and feet make their way towards me. I close my eyes in an attempt to stop the temptation of looking to see who's here. Please just leave me alone.

"I'm going to be frank with you Mr. Tinders, you are the strangest person I've met." "Is that so?", McCoy grinned, his posture a tyrannical one. "We weren't close, one. You are a stalker, a pompous man who thinks he can get what he wants without trying. It must be because you were born in a place of power." "And you weren't." He teased. I ignored him and went back to what I needed, "So do you have them?" "The ingredients?" He played dumb." I should but since we are roasting, I have something to say about you."

she says, almost too reassuring. Ryder blinks, eyebrows still furrowed. “Right, but... how do I get close without them smelling me out? I mean, they know who’s who, right? They’re not just gonna let me walk up like, ‘Hey, what’s up? Let me join your evil club.’” I can’t help but chuckle at that. He’s got a point, but the way he says it is just so Ryder.

When did he get that close to me? Warily, I allow him to light the cigarette for me, and allow myself to enjoy my first drag. “That stuff is going to kill you, you know?” He sounds a little amused for some reason. “Yes, well,” I let out another puff. “It can get at the back of the line.” When he doesn’t leave, I study him. “You new in town?” “Yes.” “Figured.” The silence between us is comfortable, and then he asks, “Is it normal for so many Others to gather around here?”

I can still hear the music up here, but it's muted now—reduced to a distant, rhythmic pulse. The bass travels through the walls and floors, a steady thrum that feels more like a heartbeat than sound. It’s faint enough to remind me how far removed I am from everyone else. From safety. Up here, it’s quiet. Too quiet.

Barely audible beneath the applause. Barely noticeable beneath the noise. But unmistakable. My breath caught. He did not seem to hear it. No one else reacted. It was just for me. A whisper in the edges of reality. Not intrusive. Not commanding. Soft. Content. Final mission: complete.