No One Else Comes Close Novels & Stories

With the ongoing ordeal and scandal about their daughter, every stranger and visitor at the door of their home, makes them feel uneasy and gives them goosebumps. “Hello,my name is Larry Freeman” Mr Larry introduced himself but the woman seemed not to hear him at all. She was just staring at him like someone who is lost. “What do you want?” Maria blurted. Who is he and what does he want? She knew he said something just now, what did he say? Larry Freeman sighed softly, hadn't he come at the wrong time?

"Because you're my friend." "You have a lot of friends." "But you are a special one. Do you know something? I don't have any friends when it comes to girls. Except for Cathy, I have never been close to anyone before. It's you who I feel comfortable with after Cathy." I smiled and said, "Don't be too loud. What if your girlfriend hears you standing behind the door?" "How did you find me?" Cathy came out from standing at the door. "I have big googly eyes."

I am too fabulous to chase a man. That's a huge ironic statement for a sucker like me. I wonder where's Jericho. I bet he is home. "I am glad that everyone is here to celebrate with me. I am delighted to see some familiar faces too, coming from my relatives, investors, and business partners. Tonight, let us toast for this massive success! Cheers, Ladies and Gentlemen!" Getting bored with the ambiance, I decided to step back because I feel unsettled, so I excused myself to my mom and dad.

Trex said to Ellthan. Ellthan ignored him. His gaze fell on the woman dressed all in white except for her pants and glasses walking towards her. "Mr. Trex." Call a one-tailed woman. "Oh Jena. Are you done?" Asked Mr.Trex. Jena nodded then looked at Lucas lazily for a moment "Yes. We're leaving home." Jena replied. Behind his sunglasses Aiora looked at Lucas lazily and then his gaze fell on those dark black eyes that night. Aiora immediately averted her gaze because it was very fitting that the owner of those eyes was also looking at her.

With a low voice he said, “Nobody knows that part of me.. Of us. Didn't you notice Lily, of all people, is trying to keep a low profile?” I honestly don't really understand what he is saying but I nodded. My heart keeps on pounding, so fucking hard that I swear he can feel it against his chest where our bodies are almost touching. Is there really a need to be this close? This smell of him.. pine, rain and something uniquely him.. is so thick in the air I can barely breath, let alone think straight about what he just said or what is currently happening around us. His eyes suddenly drop from my face to my lips. And for a split second.. the world goes sinfully quiet.

Only because since a lot of my friends got married for some reason, as if life ended there, they stopped going out to places like this and I already had all the tea one person could bear while the other half of my friends were currently partying in Ibiza while I didn't feel like going away to a place I already visited multiple times just because some magazine decided it was the IT place to be. "It's nice, but I have to admit I didn't picture you as the type of woman who came to places like this. Not that there is anything wrong with it but when I first met you, you seemed kind of closed off while this place screams the opposite." Because I am like this place, I'm loud and outspoken but at th

I've always been terrible with directions. No matter where I go, I end up lost. Seraphina didn't buy the whole "born this way" excuse. So she roped in my foster brother Gabriel and my childhood friend Lucas, and they decided to put me through "training." For the border patrol exercise, they drove off with the tactical SUV ahead of time, took my phone, and left me stranded alone at the subway entrance—right in the middle of gang territory. They said it was to sharpen my sense of direction. I opened my bag and found a note from Seraphina: "We've walked this escape route with you twice. I know Carone's blood will find its way to the safe house, Leah!" "We'll be waiting at the mansion." I stared

No way for anyone to reach me. Just me and Miles and the wilderness.

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

“I’ll ask someone else. I’m sure Charlotte will do it with me. I just haven’t asked.” Cal takes another step closer. My heart leaps in my chest with adrenaline. He’s so close that our bodies are almost touching. It wouldn’t feel so intimate if either of us wore more clothing, but the lack of anything more than swimsuits between us makes the proximity so much…more. “I don’t want you to ask anyone else.” His words come out slow and composed until the very end, where they break off with the mention of other people. “I can’t ask you to help me.” My words come out so quietly. I’m too focused on the closeness of our bodies to form coherent thoughts.