Solitude Block Tales Novels & Stories

Behind: a room where two people were beginning to write the full account of fourteen months. The city moved around us, warm and ordinary. The work continued. And somewhere in the hills, three miles from a buried room, a fourteen-year-old girl named Soli was sitting in a settlement she did not fully trust yet, in a community that did not fully know what she had done, and had not yet been told that the people she had been talking to had been stopped, and did not yet know that someone was coming to her with the full truth rather than another version of the thing she had been given.

I smiled, though it was thin and humorless. "I'm blind, brother," I said. "Not stupid." Alessandro He always said that. Like blindness was just an inconvenience, not a vulnerability. But I knew better. I knew how the wolves circled when they sensed blood in the water. I moved to the bar cart, poured a measure of whiskey, and downed it in one swallow. The Antwerp job… It had to be clean. Fast. Ruthless. No mistakes. No distractions. And yet — here we were.

You'd call me back right? Amirah!!!!!!! She blocked his number and then decided to walk around a bit. There was nothing to do if she went back home, she wondered if she should go to the hospital and surprise Muhammad but she then realized he was a busy person and that wouldn't be good. Tara had told her writing would help, whenever she wanted to sort out her jumbled up thoughts. Amirah has never been much of a writer so she found that task hard but Tara had said it was just a suggestion.

I have been a lone wolf since the alpha of the Moon Shadow pack disbanded and disowned me from the pack a hundred years ago because of my special and reliable ability that is one-of-a-kind; knowing everyone's truth and lies. "A hundred thousand dollars in exchange for the truth." I generously propose to the middle-aged man in front of me. "Excuse me?" asks the man before he glues his feet on the ground. He was simply passing through the corner of the same road with me but ended up getting a surprise proposal. Similar to this young woman with him, they convey these weird looks that are telling me that I might be some kind of psychopath or lunatic who wanders the street and randomly attacks an

It took them 10 full moons to shift without breaking a single bone in their body while Solana only took 3 full moons. "Is there anything you do that calms you down?" Solana asked her while they are taking a break. It is almost sundown and Solana thinks that Kiera is trying to get a hang of it, hopefully, because she'll be in the middle of a battlefield in 7 hours. "I just, I recite this mantra that I saw on the internet before," she said playing with her fingers. She used to recite it when her Mother is beating her up every time that she goes home drunk and miserable.

Although it was strange, I decided not to question that part, seeing that Uncle Jonah was tired, perhaps another day, as he said earlier. "Surprised, uh? I bet you were expecting creepy things because of the story I told you, you know what Deborah, everything isn't always as it seems," He smiled, voicing out my thoughts once again. "Of course," I said as the car turned to the other street, I stared at the library until it vanished from my sight. There was something mysterious about the tale and library, like a connection, unknown to the world. And Genesis, she was a woman scorned, a powerful Owlignus but yet—she simply gave out the town that was her beloved, a town she built and owned. Until

Lydia stared at me for a moment before letting out a long sigh. “You’re unbelievable, but what if something happens." she muttered. “Lydia, stop thinking like that,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know,” she replied with a suspicious look. “I’m just saying… the guy sounds like some rich hotshot. What’s his name again?” “Jack,” I answered, almost bursting into laughter. “See? Even the name sounds dangerous,” Lydia said dramatically. “What if Jack spreads your legs and eat you alive. It’s been a long time since you got a proper...”

Moving across that white sheet, miles wide and towering into the storm clouds, were three massive, iron printing blocks that were descending from the sky like the pistons of a god. ​The first block was stamped with the word: VOLUME_ONE. The second block was stamped with the word: CONCLUDED. ​The third block, which was descending directly over her falling form, was perfectly blank, a matte-black plane of absolute void that was rushing up to stamp her out of existence before she could hit the ground. ​As she fell through the howling wind, her fingers instinctively closed around her wet jeans pocket. Her hand hit something hard, flat, and impossibly dry.

I shot back. His eyes narrowed. “You said you didn’t do it.” The words hung in the air. My expression flickered, just for a second. He saw it. I know he did. “What was that? What didn’t you do?” I remained silent. Not because I didn’t have an answer. But because it wasn’t his to hear. He circled the bed slowly, like a hunter before devouring its prey. “Solitary affects everyone. Some break loudly. Some quietly. But they all break eventually.”

I'm not alone anymore, and goodness does it feel fantastic. So this is the final part of "Alone" and I can't believe it's over. It's the longest book I've written but it's also been so fun to write. I'm sorry to keep waiting for the updates. And thank you all for the patience, love and support!