No One Left Novels & Stories

"Maybe you didn't physically cheat, but your heart did. Her name's in everything now. The meals you accidentally order for me. The stuff you mumble in your sleep. "If I forgave you, I'd be forgiving every image of your betrayal—every moment I tore myself up over you two. And you'd have to live with my doubt. My suspicion. Every single day. "So be real with yourself, Eric Sutton—can you live with that?" Silence. He just stood there, frozen, eyes red. He had his answer. "This is the end," I said, quiet but final. I turned and walked away. This time, he didn't follow.

As if it had only just occurred to her that I could feel pain. Mirella’s voice shook when she spoke next. “That slap… was his face still swollen? Did anyone even put ice on it?” Only a few hours had passed since the truth came out, but by then she already sounded older. Serafina said only one thing. “He’s gone.” Her voice was stripped bare. “I can’t find him.” That was when Mirella finally broke down. Viola lowered her head and cried in silence. Only Lucian still had that same poison in him. Even then, even after being exposed, he could not fully believe he had lost.

Three years after my family committed me to a psychiatric hospital, I finally managed to escape. But my freedom didn't mean much, not when the cancer had already metastasized. Knowing my days were numbered, I just wanted one decent meal. I used the pocket change I'd scraped together from collecting recycling to buy an ice cream cone—something I had never been allowed to try before. I stood on the street, happily enjoying it, when a metal chain suddenly whipped across my face. "Chantal is seriously ill, and you have the nerve to stand here enjoying yourself? I knew you always wanted her dead." It was my mother, whom I hadn't seen in years. She screamed hysterically, swinging the heavy met

" The sound of his footsteps drifted further away. I closed my eyes, and a single tear trickled down my cheek. "Wade, we no longer have tomorrow," I thought to myself.

And see what happened when no one was watching. No spectacle. No board. No Fang. Just five people in an empty hallway. And the possibility—fragile, terrifying, real—that maybe he wasn’t alone anymore. 🩸

Sophie said quietly. --- Charlotte didn’t look up immediately. --- “What does ‘done’ mean?” --- Sophie swallowed. --- “There are no outliers left that matter.” --- Silence spread through the hall. --- Elias leaned forward slowly. --- “That’s not possible.” --- Sophie shook her head. --- “It is now.” --- --- Because outliers still existed. Technically. --- But they no longer disrupted anything. --- The system had absorbed them. --- --- Riven stepped into the center of the room.

Right? But no matter how I wished. There were no children. There were no guards. There was no one at all. The room was empty.

The figure slowly reached up and removed his hood. The screen went black before his face could be seen. Only six words remained glowing in white letters. Trust no one already beside you.

Rachel's stride faltered, then she propelled forward, her voice slicing through the commotion. "Why do you guys look as if someone died?" Her question, though stark, seemed to echo the silent dread that had settled in my stomach. A girl from our Evolutionary Biology class turned towards us, her expression somber. "Jenna left," she said simply, and those two words felt like a punch to the gut. "Left?" I echoed, though I'd heard her perfectly. My mind whirred, trying to piece together the implications behind the word. "Left where?" The question came not from me but from a guy standing beside me, his voice tinged with confusion.

One by one everyone began leaving. Marcus left with Ryker. Dax dragged Elias away from another discussion about blood samples. Liora gave Natasha an exaggerated look before disappearing through the door. Nyra followed. Silas and Garrick left shortly afterward. Eventually only three people remained. Aaron. Natasha. Josh. The silence became noticeable. Josh stood slowly. His eyes moved toward Natasha. And for a second it looked like he wanted to say something. Anything. But the words never came. Because what could he possibly say? He had already apologized.