No One Left Novels & Stories

“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.”

“Sure, let me see if I can make a booking.” They were discussing their New Year’s plan excitedly. They were talking about who and where to visit and what they should buy. I circled them happily and wanted to tell them that I wanted to go too. However, when I tried to speak, no sound came out. That was when I fully realized that I had died, that I could not join them. Mandy suddenly put down her phone and went to my mother.

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.

The person said and left leaving all of them speechless ___________________________________ What do you think? Who is he? Keep voting and commenting. Thank you all

The door whispered shut behind her. No hiss. No lock. No sound at all. Just absence. Clean. Unapologetic. Whole. Inside the room, no one stood up. No one cleared their throat. No one shifted in their seat. No one whispered, so what now? But they all felt it. Something just left that made the room make sense. The system did not power down. No protocols resumed. No announcement tone activated. Instead, a small line of text blinked onto one overhead screen:

No trace of Raya. No trace of Humphrey. Only smoke.

There is no turning back now or ever. TO BE CONTINUED!

⸻ 🌙 The One Person Left One by one… Everyone was changing. ⸻ The Witness. ⸻ The Writer. ⸻ The Dreamer. ⸻ The Null. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ The Mother. ⸻ The Void King. ⸻ Nyra. ⸻ All of them. ⸻ All except one. ⸻ Ilyaan. ❤️ ⸻ Because the final requirement wasn’t theirs. ⸻ It was his.

No one moves. "Now."

However, it was well-cleaned. Joseph laid his eyes on the desk. A row of medicine bottles stood on the surface. Beside them was a calendar with only one page left. With trembling hands, he picked up the bottles. Every single one of them was labeled 'For post-heart transplant use.' A sticky note was stuck underneath. It read, 'Asterna, one-way trip, 4:00 PM tomorrow.' There were only a few bleached clothes left in the cabinet. The cardboard box in the corner caught his attention. When he opened it up, what he saw made him gasp.