No One Left Novels & Stories

QuickShot: Yawning as I rub my eyes, I push myself up and look around. I feel a bit more energetic now so I decide to get out of bed. Leaving my room, and stepping into the living room, I’m surprised to see it empty. “Where is everyone?" The base is completely empty. No one is here. JumpStart. SpeedBlade. Not even Ms. Justice. They’re all gone. As I wonder where they could have gone, I look over to OutPost’s computer.

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of t

They disappear, and then reappear before his message finally comes through. Michael: Sorry, I have to work late. This isn’t uncommon so I try not to freak out or make assumptions. Me: I can bring dinner to you. Michael: Don’t worry about it. The group is going to order take out. Me: Oh okay, I love you. My last message shows read but he doesn’t respond. I can’t help but feel defeated after our exchange. My mind starts to spin all these different scenarios, each one worse than the other. I message B and update her on my brief conversation, if we can even call it that, with Michael.

Juliet Somehow, I was back at the cafe, facing Grace's piercing gaze. After I struggled to hold back from crying, which I had been doing a lot these days, Grace managed to convince me to go back to the cafe with her. “So… how about Naomi and Leah?” I asked, not just because I was trying to shift the conversation from me, but because I was curious about the women I used to call my friends. “Leah left the country to manage her mother's farm a year after graduation”, Grace answered.

He doesn't have to die, he did nothing wrong. Mario is the one to blame. He should die. "Luca!" I say with a cry but he still doesn't move. "Luca!" I hear Nick scream. "Please wake up for Nick. He really loves you" I pray. "Get aside Nat!" Nick says and pushes me away. I fall to the ground and my head hits the ground pretty hard. The fight is over now. Everyone is gone from the enemy clan. "Luca!" people of his clan start screaming.

Coach Sanders says. Everyone including Heaven were staring at us. I felt uncomfortable with the staring but whatever. "We understand." Gina and I say in unison, making us giggle a little. Heaven rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Get started then." I look at Gina and she nods in acceptance. She gives a signal to a girl playing the music. All you can hear now is the music blasting through the gym. Can't stay at home, can't stay at school Old folks say, "You poor little fool"

Alicia would return in an urn. … Julian drove to the airport. Alicia kept talking to him, but he barely responded. The despondency in his face told her that his heart and soul were still with Willow. Still, it was enough that she had him with her, albeit only physically. He turned on the radio, which happened to play a sad song called "Is This How We Lose Each Other". The lyrics went like this: "We just brushed past each other. He said nothing when he left. But do the silent ones not cry?

Someone close enough to hide in plain sight. Someone in this room. Alvarez raised one hand and the room fell silent again. His voice was calm. Almost quiet. “You may speak freely. No one leaves until this is resolved.” No one protested. No one dared. But silence can be louder than shouting. Lady Rena’s eyes moved slowly around the table, studying faces. She was clever. She always watched before she spoke. She finally exhaled softly. “One person is missing,” she said. The room turned to her.

"No one." We'd just see about that. ***

On the day Evan Carter was supposed to meet my adoptive parents, his phone was turned off all day. As my future husband, he had confidently promised me the night before that he would win my parents over. Yet even after the server had refilled our glasses for the sixth time, I still couldn’t reach him. A few hours later, I came across a post from Evan’s assistant, Maya Collins. In the photos, Evan was sitting on her family’s couch with bags of expensive gifts around him, keeping her parents company. The caption read: “My family has been pressuring me to get married nonstop. Thank you to my amazing boss for stepping in and pretending to be my boyfriend so I could get through this!” Evan