No One Else Comes Close Novels & Stories

Even the comments section froze for several seconds before it exploded again. "Holy… This is crazy! Did I read that right? The side character's score is hidden, and she's in the top 50? Didn't the novel say she only scored 300 or something and couldn't even get into a community college? What is the author doing?!" "No way she's the top scorer, right?" "Get real! At best, she's in the top 50. The top scorer of all geniuses? No way the underdog would ever get that lucky. The odds are impossible…"

She was a delicate beauty—soft yet alluring. My steps abruptly came to a halt. I found myself hesitating, unable to move forward. The voices of the younger employees rang out in playful banter. "Mr. Spencer, we admire you in every way except for how whipped you are for your wife. That, we just can't relate to!" "Yeah, Mr. Spencer, you're always so chill and in control. How could you let your wife, an outsider, meddle in how we do things? What happened to 'strict teachers make great students'?"

No one can go through life without hitting some bumps, but once everything was said and done, there was only ever one thing that kept me sane. Alex. The one person that I couldn't live without. My arrogant mate. ** The END. Thanks for reading. Do read my other stories. *Vampire's love *His mate

That I was just tired. For the first time in my life, someone heard me. I was just not expecting that the person who would hear me is someone I just met last night. Someone who isn’t close to me. "Sometimes the people who are the closest to you may feel like a stranger, they are close enough to touch but emotionally they are out of reach,” Seth said out of nowhere as if he can really hear what I was saying in my head, “And there are those magical times when a stranger isn’t really a stranger, but the person who knows you more than you know yourself. Because when it comes to a stranger, you are a clean slate so there are no judgments.”

The only people missing were Suzanne and Tom. “Where are Suzanne and Tom?” Thomas asked nervously. He was trying hard not to tremble but was failing miserably. And even though it was cold, he was perspiring heavily. He gripped his wand so tightly his knuckles turned white, wishing he had an ounce of the twins’ bravery. “They are coming down now,” the vampire said simply, both his eyes and ears alert. In all his years of existence, he had never met his match, and he intended for it to stay that way.

If they have no idea, then maybe no one does, Alpha included. I hear someone come up to walk next to me. It's Drayton. No one has paid me much attention, not seeing me as very much competition. Maybe it's because I stick to myself. Either way, I've almost never spoken to Drayton. "Everything okay?" he asks. I almost startle at his approach. I'm so used to walking everywhere with my arms crossed with no one speaking to me, so this is strange. "Yes."

“Without pressure. Without escalation.” Rowan shifts his weight, grounding himself. “Tell us what you need.” I hesitate—not because I don’t know, but because saying it aloud makes it real. “I want closeness,” I say. “But not hunger. Not intensity that tips into loss of control.” Rowan exhales, relief and restraint tangled together. “Okay.” Lucien inclines his head. “Define closeness.” I look at him, grateful for the precision. “Presence,” I say. “Touch that doesn’t lead anywhere. Attention without expectation.”

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.

“Cassandra is a bitch.” I stared at him, unimpressed. “And?” He blinked at me, clearly expecting that to be enough. “That means,” he clarified slowly, “there’s no getting close to either of them. Not you. Not us. Not anyone. The chances of that working are… nonexistent.” For a moment, neither of them said anything else. They just looked at me, waiting—expecting, maybe—for me to finally concede, to accept the reality they had just laid out.

The one nobody else asked me. Because everyone else only cared whether I showed up. Whether I smiled. Whether I played my role correctly. Jonathan was the only person who kept asking about me. And that was exactly why being near him was dangerous. I looked away again quickly. “I can’t do this right now.” “Yes, you can.” My eyes snapped back to his instantly. Jonathan stepped closer again. This time close enough that I could smell his cologne faintly beneath everything else. Close enough that my pulse immediately betrayed me.