No One Will Miss Us Season 2 Novels & Stories

Always looking on the bright side of things. Jax has been healing well but when the mystery man, who I later discovered is named Cassius, comes in and beats us for answers to questions that leave the three of us in an unworldly state of confusion, he beats us if we give him nothing. He’ll ask about our families and what we know about them. He’ll ask us for our views on The Council and about the world and about humans. None made sense or correlated to each other. Of course, we never answer them. We remain silent which only angers him more.

But I couldn't. Mason stepped forward, his gaze wary and uncertain. "Athena, could we have dinner together as a family tonight?" he murmured. Looking down, Jackson nervously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "Mom… I really miss you. Please come home with us." I gave a cold, bitter smile. "Just tell me. What would it take for both of you to disappear from my life for good?" My words sliced through the silence, leaving them both visibly shaken.

Kimberly smiled at her. They had a warm and meaningful time together afterward, sitting comfortably in the cozy living room as the sun filtered through the windows. The conversation flowed easily, filled with light laughter and genuine interest. They spoke about the future — specifically, Alice and Daniel’s plan to get married once the divorce was finalized and to build a peaceful life together, free from the entanglements of the past. For the first time in a long while, Alice spoke about her future with a spark of hope in her eyes.

Perhaps I was too harsh-sounding, but Lauren snapped without thinking, "Keep dreaming!" I raised my phone slightly. "You can refuse to sign, but this recording will end up on the phones of everyone you know." Lauren lunged at me, snatched my phone, and smashed it to the floor with a loud crack. I took a few steps back to keep my distance and said calmly, "I already set up a scheduled email. If I don't cancel it by three in the evening, that recording will be sent to the Mercy Hospital for Women's official site, every major gossip social account, and Jacob."

[Countdown: Two days left.] "Let's start the action! "Mission reminder: Take down the runaway head in the sand city, codenamed 'the Ghost'." I was on edge. I knew one wrong move could mean big trouble. So far, Liam and his team were doing well, deep behind enemy lines. However, out of nowhere, I got this really bad feeling. Zzzt— A sharp electrical noise filled the room, and suddenly, it was pitch black.

E‍ventua‍lly t⁠hey watche‍d something nobody‍ act⁠ually liked‍. Halfway through Noah‍ was on his phone.‍ The little o‍ne fell asleep. Liam had⁠ one arm⁠ behind her.⁠ And Ava looked around. ‌ Nobody noticed. She looked carefully. This. This was it. Not s⁠uccess. ‍Not hea⁠lin‍g. Not survival. ‌This. People.‍ N‌oise. Th‍e feeling tha‍t nobody w‌as leaving.

The second he burst through the front door, Vittorio’s heart didn't settle. Instead, it plummeted into a bottomless abyss. The penthouse was terrifyingly empty. It was spotless, sterile, and felt exactly like a high-end property waiting for a new owner. There wasn't a single trace of Isabella left. The photo wall that she used to cherish so much was completely bare.

"Her fiance keeps ditching her for another woman." "Does her fiance even love her?" "To be left at the altar that many times and still cling on… She just has no pride." A lump formed in my throat, and I could barely hold back my tears. I clenched my hands tightly, pretending I hadn't heard a word. Just then, my phone vibrated with a message. "Ms. Marino, this is Kyle Rossi, Head of the International Medical Organization. We are convening the International Medical Summit and launching a global relief effort. We would like to invite you to join us. We look forward to your reply."

Raven looked so serious, and it made Azzmi extremely curious. “What is it?” she asked, her gaze falling to his hand still wrapped around her wrist. He released her wrist but didn’t step back as he spoke to her. “After the launch, we’re not coming back home. As the model, my suite for the night is ready.” Azzmi’s eyes widened slightly. “Does that mean...?” “Yes,” he said, his voice steady. “We’re sleeping in the same suite tonight. If there’s anything you need to bring, do it now.”