No One Else Comes Close Novels & Stories

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

in the elevator silence wraps around us,.the soft hum of the cables the faint squeak of the metal doors sliding shut small sounds but sharp in the tension heavy air.,, aiden stands beside me tall composed his shoulders taut with a discipline that radiates outward brushing against my own nerves.our proximity is only a few inches but it might as well be a chasm. the garage doors open with a slow whoosh and the car door clicks behind me echoing too loud too final.he sits at the wheel knuckles pale as he rests them on the leather,.

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing

It's been a month now that I am in my own place. It is not in the city; it is outside in the country, far away from all the craziness. My closest neighbor is miles away. The only time I get in contact with another person is when I go to the grocery store every week. I prefer being all by myself in nature every day. Guess that is Tyler that made me crave life this way I still speak to Sandra every day. Guess it's my way to catch up on the gossip around town. It is not like anything is interesting going on around here

Because the second I do, her son gets the chance to step in as heir, and I would rather burn this company to the ground than let that bastard take what’s mine. After a few minutes of walking, I finally stop hearing the sound of her heels behind me and sigh in relief. It takes all my effort not to snap at her, because the minute I do, I get punished. Heading for the path to the left, Theo’s voice stops me. “That isn’t the way to the meeting, young master.” “I know. I have to use the perfume again.” “Didn’t you use it already?” I glance at him. Theodore’s a beta, so he can’t smell pheromones or tell when mine are leaking. But that’s exactly why he’s safe. And why I keep him close. The laws of

“That doesn’t mean we’re close enough.” A brief silence stretched between us. Not tense. But not easy either. Then, quieter—“You’re impatient.” I let out a short breath, almost a laugh. “No. I just don’t like being this close and still not having a name.” “You will.” “When?” “When they make a mistake.” I shook my head slightly. “You’re waiting for them to slip.” “I’m letting them.” “That’s not the same thing.” His jaw shifted, like he was about to argue, then stopped.

When I realize that it is, I sit down next to her; I won't let anyone else get close to her. It seems Nathan was right to insist on coming to this place.

I just pulled my scarf tighter around me, smiled, and said, "Freezing. Come on, share it with me." Somehow, things progressed naturally from there. We fell in love. Grant didn't know anything about my past. He only knew that I would sometimes stare off into space. Whenever that happened, he wouldn't ask questions. He would just quietly walk over, take my hand, and pull me into a warm hug. "Fancy some sweet barbecue ribs tonight?" he asked. I froze, then broke into a knowing smile. "Nah. I'm sick of it. I want something spicy—the spicier, the better."

If they have no idea, then maybe no one does, Alpha included. I hear someone come up to walk next to me. It’s Ace. 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 Ace. “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.”

she asked. “Long enough.” Silence. She got in quietly. Closed the door. The air inside was tense. Heavy. --- 🚗 The Drive No music. No conversation. Just silence. But this silence— Was louder than before. --- Adrian spoke first. “Are you done entertaining strangers?” Ammie turned sharply. “Excuse me?” His eyes stayed on the road. “You heard me.” Her expression hardened. “I was talking.” “You were engaging.” “That’s the same thing!”