No One Left Novels & Stories

The emotions flooded him with overwhelming loneness when he noticed the car leaving and distant shouts running towards him. He could only see the last four numbers, 2321, amid gust and people running around him. His eyes drowsed themselves and his breath fleet away slowly as he heard people rustling around him. His limbs lay spread, with no strength to lift them or cry for help. He let a long sigh, which mixed with his remaining air inside his chest. He felt his lungs clenching with every breath and as if someone was draining his remaining life, which he doubted whether there was any. Eyes closed, they before he commanded them to, with no sense of his surrounding and apparently nothing.

Yuri exclaimed. "You're so cool about this" Yuri noted. "Am I supposed to be tensed? The kiss happened, I don't regret it but everyone makes it look like a big deal" Oliver said leaning on his club. Yuri was about to swing his club. "Usually you'd be by Ayana's side apologizing, begging for forgiveness" he swung his club. "But here you are playing golf, blaming me and...and I'm surprised you were able to keep the fact you were married to Claire away from the media."

During the months after I left, I had long since gotten used to life without Adrian. I had carried this suitcase up and down on my own the whole time. I truly did not need anyone's help. Adrian waited downstairs alone. Before going out, I specially told my parents, "I'll be back soon and eat dinner with you." When I went downstairs and walked outside, Adrian followed silently behind me. Our small town didn't even have an airport, so naturally there were no upscale cafes either. We found a small nearby park with few people. I found a quiet corner and turned to look at him.

"But it's true." "Don't be dumb. You're not the only one who goes to the lunch bar." With his final statement he left the crowd of students. Now that he had left, so did the watching students. Who glared and shook their heads at her as they passed by. All four girls were gone, leaving her standing alone.

Beyond the screen, in a prison yard during recreational time, an unshaven man dropped to his knees and wept uncontrollably. Some people lost love, and others lost their dignity. As for me, all I did was ensure they received the ending they deserved.

“How can a family as large as the Rizzutos lack women to attend its Don?” “You are no longer a child. Do not disgrace yourself at a moment like this.” I turned to Pete. “Shall they stay tonight?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped forward abruptly and gripped my shoulders. “Why must you do this?” “Are you reminding me—again and again—of how unforgivable my mistake was?” My voice remained even. “You’re overthinking.” “The Rizzuto family has only one heir. That is not the mark of a great house.”

He didn't know I was right above him, watching him fall apart, watching him cry. And I couldn't even cry anymore. A full day and night passed. Reports came back one after another. They found nothing in the city, nothing in Josselville, and nothing in my hometown. No one had seen me. The last place I existed was that quiet street corner under the dim streetlight. That night, Liam dragged himself back there. He stood beneath the light and looked up at the moon. After a long pause, something in him seemed to settle. Slowly, he raised his hand. His thumb and index finger came together, forming a small circle.

For three years, I, Julian Chase, was in a long-distance relationship with my girlfriend, Claire Winston, video calling her every single night. The first time I noticed a black tie that wasn't mine lying in the background of her call, I took a screenshot and confronted her. Her brother messaged me about it. [Julian, that's my tie. I left it at her place the last time I visited.] The second time, I caught a glimpse of two used condom wrappers in the background. Her best friend showed me a hotel booking to explain it away. "This one's on me. I was just messing around with Claire as a joke and ended up upsetting you. I'm sorry." The third time. The fourth time. Every single time something

But her voice, when it finally came, was clear and cold as ice. "The game is over," she said. "The party is over. Go home." There was no authority in it. It was not a command. It was a statement of fact. We were already gone. We had left ourselves behind in this room. One by one, we moved. Like sleepwalkers, we gathered our things. We did not look at each other. We did not say goodbye. Hugo shuffled out first, followed by Max, both avoiding each other's gaze. Brody and Justin left separately, one through the front door, one through the back, their rift permanent. Zoe grabbed her purse and left without a word to Camilla, who remained sitting on the floor until Sandra, with a strange kindness,

Kathy's smile falters slightly, her impatience evident as she waits for Audrey to acknowledge her presence. Feeling the weight of Jade's gaze and the tension in the air, Audrey hesitates before finally responding, "Uh, no one. She is leaving." Her words are final, a clear dismissal of her mother's presence as she chooses to prioritize her own well-being and protect herself from further manipulation and deceit.