No One Else Comes Close Novels & Stories

“Don’t they all?” Another nude young man stops beside the first. “What is your purpose here? Why are you crossing our border unannounced?” His attention is back on me as I start reigning in my ability to breathe. “Are you familiar with Blue Ridge?” “They’re our only neighbors. Of course we’re familiar.” He spits aggressively.

His family followed him closely. As Edward ascended the stage, the room filled with a respectful hush. He adjusted the microphone and began his speech, speaking with authority and charisma. His words resonated with the audience, capturing their attention and admiration. Abigail watched him with pride, her earlier nerves slowly dissipating. She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at his presence and leadership. Down below, Abigail was approached by Laylah and Akira, who offered their support and companionship. They chatted lightly, their presence providing a comforting buffer against the intense scrutiny from others. Tiffany and James continued to observe from a distance, their expressions

He stays where he belongs - close to me, never up for grabs. Only I can do what I do. Life took shape slowly, each piece placed just so. Obstacles slipped away, handled without fuss or noise. In time, it became clear - no one else fit that space at his side. Then came someone from nowhere, acting like pages could be torn out and written again.

He didn't have close friends. “no”. “let's sit then, or you want to stand ？” he raise a brow. “let's sit”. she sent him an assuring smile. He held her waist, she felt weird but she choose to ignore it. “why do you come here ？” she asked when the were settled. “no friends” he shrugged. “wow, thought you had friends ？” she smiled, she met her perfect match. “no, though i talk to every one but i'm close to non”.

I mentioned. Jamie smiles, “Thank you for sharing your story with me.” He bows his head down, almost leaning onto my chest. We are standing so close to each other, as close as we never were. Following the slow rhythm of the music, we dance quietly. The song continues to sing. “Il manque quelqu'un près de moi, je me retourne, tout le monde est là, d'où vient ce sentiment bizarre que je suis seul, parmi tous ces amis et ces filles qui ne veulent… Que quelques mots d'amour.”

“I don’t.” A shift again—colder now, more deliberate. “I’m making something very simple clear to you,” she continued. “No one comes close to you the way I do. Not in proximity. Not in understanding. Not in consequence.” Each word landed clean. “I’m telling you this now so it doesn’t become something you discover later and misunderstand.” I turned fully away from the window now. “You’re out of your depth,” I said. For the first time— A pause. Not long. But real.

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."

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.

Adrian POV The house is too quiet. Not the usual kind. Not controlled.Not intentional. Just… stripped down. Like everything unnecessary has been cleared away, leaving only what matters. And right now That’s her. Lydia stands a few steps away from me, closer than before, but not close enough to touch. Not yet. There’s no one else here. No board.No pressure.No audience. No reason to perform. Which makes this… unfamiliar. Dangerous, in a way I don’t fully understand.

The kind that tells you someone is too close for too long. I keep walking. My bag rests easy against my back, strap crossing my chest. Streetlights buzz overhead. A couple laughs on the other side of the road. A car passes. Normal sounds. Normal night. My steps stay casual, pace unchanging, like I am just another person heading nowhere special. I do not look back. I do not need to. I know it is him. Same rhythm. Same weight in the air. He is careful, but not careful enough. People like him always think they are smarter than the situation.