No One Left Novels & Stories

I don’t want to hear it. He gets up and leaves without another word. Thank God. And in his wake, silence settles over the building. No Conrad. No Tweedles. Just sweet, blessed silence.

No Reynold. No Jareth. No Lena. No Mila. No one. The bushes rustled with wind. Nothing more. I was alone. Utterly, impossibly alone. And I hadn’t heard a single sound.

“This isn’t about—” “It’s over,” he said to her. Just like that. No raised voice. No argument. Just final. He looked around once more. “The gathering is done. Everyone can leave.” A few people shifted awkwardly. No one spoke. “Now,” he added. That was enough. Slowly, people began to move. Whispering as they left. I stood there, still shaking. Still trying to understand what just happened. Jared didn’t look at anyone else. He didn’t say another word.

A group so strong no one dared provoke them but… “But the Moonburns… have gone extinct,” I whispered, unable to finish. Lora smiled faintly. A dry, broken smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Yes,” she said. “Everyone died… except me.”

Mom and Dad have been divorced for ten years. One day, I come across a discussion thread. "Are all children of divorce having it hard?" I join the discussion. "Not always. Personally, I'm living pretty decently. After my parents' divorce, my sister and I were separated—one of us went to live with our paternal grandparents, and the other with our maternal grandparents. "For the last ten years, my parents have visited me once a year. Although they usually only stay for a few days, I can tell that they still love me." Within a minute, someone replies to my comment. "Girl, are you sure? My parents are divorced as well, but they can't bear to leave me at all. I've been with them since I wa

Igris smiled and said, “Have a seat.” When Algin disappeared, they didn’t know but he appeared with a beautiful woman with the aura of a saint coming off of her. The man with the dark aura’s heart fluttered as he gazed at her and looked away. They all sat down and focussed their attention on Igris sitting in the middle. Igris had a smirk on his face and said, “I called everyone here so that we could all get to know one another.” “Oh stop beating around the bush Igris,” Algin interrupted him. Igris tsked and said, “On a serious note, we will be leaving to expand our horizons in this world in two days so I suggest you say goodbye to everyone you know.”

"It can't be restored. Damon, dead people don't come back, and destroyed things don't return to what they were." His lips moved, but no words came out. Once, he could always force the world back into his rhythm. He was gentle, decent, patient in the way powerful men are patient, allowing me the occasional anger, allowing me to struggle a little inside his palm. It had never occurred to him that one day I would walk out of that palm for good. Commission men began clearing the room. Selena's screams had faded, leaving only rain tapping against the glass. Damon asked in a low voice, "Is the divorce part of the Commission ruling too?"

How could my balance be zero? I checked again and again, logging out and refreshing the app, but the result didn’t change. It was still zero. A cab I managed to hail slowed briefly before the driver sneered at me. "No money? Then don’t waste my time." The car sped off, leaving me standing there humiliated. I thought long and hard, and only one explanation came to mind: my parasitic family. At a time when I needed support the most, they had already hidden their knives, ready to strike when I was at my weakest.

There was no point keeping something around that would just remind Caesar of our mess when he eventually came home. Before leaving, I slipped off my ring and left it on the coffee table. I didn't bother leaving a note or explanation and just booked a red-eye flight to Snowcall. My best friend, Erica Steele, lived there. So, I figured a change of scenery might help clear my head. Erica was thrilled when I showed up unexpectedly and threw an impromptu party to celebrate my visit. However, someone at the gathering caught me completely off guard. "Elvis, what are you doing here?"

The elders exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the scandal unfolding before them. "Who says I'm without proof?" I smirked, pulling out a digital recorder. "Here's the juicy bit of Derick and Jasmine's midnight rendezvous from last night. While they played me for a fool, the kid they thought was mine was burning up with fever all alone in his bed!"