Nothing Left For Us Novels & Stories

Ten minutes before my childhood friend, Scott Burdett, got married, I personally handed him a bouquet of condoms. He laughed and asked, "Aren't you worried I'll be tapped out by morning?" Caitlyn Harp stood off to one side, her expression hard to read. After Scott left, she adjusted her earrings and studied my reflection in the mirror. "Actually, I'm the one marrying him today. I'm going to use up every last one of those condoms you bought tonight." I froze. She laughed. "Just kidding. I'll explain everything after the ceremony." After that, time seemed to blur. I stood in the best man's spot and watched the two people I loved most walk down the aisle and exchange rings before the off

His hands didn't even pause as he continued rummaging through the trash. The smell of rotting waste made Addison gag, but she forced herself to keep going. "My family is rich. Whatever amount you want, we can pay. Just name your price." Finally, he stopped. His voice was low and hoarse. "My Joanna is dead." Addison softened her tone. "I'm sorry about what happened to her. Really, I am. But... she was sick. Pancreatic cancer—even without the accident, she didn't have much time left. I was just helping her end her suffering a little sooner. Come to think of it, I helped her."

Neither of us spoke. Neither of us needed to. Tomorrow would bring blood and death and chaos. Tomorrow would test everything we had built. But tonight, in this quiet moment, we were just two people holding on to each other. Hoping it would be enough.

“....oh please, I'm tired…ahhhh…I'm so tired, fuck, spare me after this round, please my pussy is so blazing hot…oh my life…oh my life…” “Ride on boss. We are next on line. Make it quick and step out. Our dicks are hard already, waiting for our turn” one of the men said. Fiona placed her hand on her chest. She thought she was free but the hurdle ahead was greater than the one she'd crossed. This bastard is unconscious but his partners are waiting in line. They all want to violate her. Then she remembered the camera situated everywhere. She dismantled everything and moved them to the side. What will she do now? She looked outside the window, it's a bushy part of the city, distant from the mai

Come see me now. The old me might have dropped everything, my pride included, and ran back to him without a second thought. Not anymore. I simply powered off my phone, pulled out the SIM card, and tossed it in the trash. The plane took off. The landscape slowly faded beneath the clouds. Damian and I were done now. Forever.

I smiled bitterly, slid my phone back into my pocket, and returned home. Most of my things were already packed. I intended to walk away without leaving the slightest mark. Whatever I wanted to keep, I took. I threw away or sold the rest. In the end, all I had was a single 20-inch suitcase, a thick photo album, and a glass jar full of colorful paper cranes. The photo album held years of pictures of me, Lennon, and Frederick. They once said that we would take at least a hundred photos a year, so we would have something to look back on when we were old. However, they had already broken that promise for three years.

Preparing for the next pulse, the next thaw, the next chance to tear us apart. We had survived this one. But hope was a luxury we could no longer afford. We were going to die.

" The Ghost pressed him, growing impatient. With the pressure mounting, Liam's hand moved, and the trigger was pulled. At that moment, the Ghost's laughter echoed wildly. He ripped the sack from my head and seized my hair. "Look at what you've chosen, Liam." His eyes widened in shock, and he screamed in disbelief, "No!" While screams filled the air, a clear electronic voice announced: [The countdown is over.] [Exiting the world...]

No sooner had the words left her mouth that a bone-chilling zombie roar echoed from outside. “Zombies have breached the base!” June slid down in terror and clutched Poppy tightly as her face drained of color. Holding June and Poppy, a flicker of hesitation crossed my face. The painful lessons from my past life made me wary of trusting Castiel to come save us. Besides, the last time he returned, it was already too late. I pulled the gun tucked behind my back and handed it to June. It was our only means of defense. The gun offered a small measure of consolation at least.

"But that's sudden. We just got into a partnership. You're just going to throw it away?" I pulled her fingers off me and stepped away. "It's in its final phase. My partner can handle the rest. I have another project to handle." My stepping away hurt her heart. She stared at me, dazed. Lauren extended her trembling hand, and it hung in midair. Her instincts told her I was not coming back, but she asked, "When are you coming home?" I shook my head and put on a smile. "Never." Sorrow crept onto her face. She stared at me in disbelief. She kept trying to grab me, but I kept moving back, so she stopped. Like an abandoned puppy, she did not have the courage to move forward to someone who had just