Novel & Cerita Solitude By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Echoed in how your footsteps don’t ask for soft ground anymore they create it. Unless you forget to be kind, I won't unravel. And even then I will wait beneath your hem until you remember. Because that’s what home does. It doesn’t demand. It listens until you're ready to return. Lila At dusk I lit a small flame. No ceremony. merely warmth. I sat beside it, fingers brushed in soil. Maximus placed a coil of reed beside it. Kehra, he sang. Elora whispered her own name three times, without reason.

On her lap, Hunter’s hand gently held hers. The children were asleep in their room after a long day of play, and Joe had said goodnight and gone to his own nearby house. The breeze whispered through the trees, calm and soothing. The reflection of twilight on the lake shimmered like hope that never dies. Inside her heart, Olivia turned inward. She remembered it all—the loss, the betrayal, the loneliness… and then the reunions, the healing, and now, wholeness. She began to whisper the words to herself, a quiet narration of her soul:

One in the desert. One in the snowfields. One in the sea cliffs beyond the Northern Wastes. Each one tended by a different keeper. Each one named after a gate. The world was no longer divided by fear or blood. It was bound by becoming. 6. A Letter from Elira One morning, I found a folded parchment tucked into my window garden. Elira’s handwriting. Ophelia, You taught me that silence can be sacred. That flame doesn’t have to roar to be powerful. That grief doesn’t end us it shapes us.

"Come down, sweetheart. Grandma made pigeon soup—your favorite." In the quiet room, a speaker clicked on. A low, sorrowful voice filled the air. "We are all sinners. Each of us bears a different sin…" "And I decide who deserves peace… And who must sleep forever."

_____ Hunter sat alone in the stark silence of his penthouse, the amber liquid in his glass swirling like the chaotic emotions churning within him, the glittering expanse of the city lights offering no solace. The cold quiet of his opulent surroundings gnawed at him, amplifying the profound loneliness that had taken root in his heart. He didn’t hate Sophia. A strange mix of pity and guilt still colored his feelings towards her. She was undeniably sick, her vulnerability a constant reminder of his commitment. He had once believed she was the one who truly understood him, who saw beyond his wealth and power. But now, the carefully constructed illusion was cracking, revealing the fragile realit

Even the smallest piece of fabric seemed to cling uncomfortably to my skin. Unable to resist the pull of what I was witnessing, I continued watching for a long time, my strength gradually draining away until I could no longer support myself. I slid to the floor, overcome. The heat of my breath filled the room, thickening the air with a charged energy I couldn't ignore. To be honest, I never expected my new tenant, Antonio Gomez, to be this captivating. The young woman he was with couldn't seem to keep up with him, but for someone like me—more experienced and mature—it only made me wish I could be in her place.

she whispered, her eyes bright with wonder. Her excitement was contagious, and I couldn’t help returning her smile. Slowly, I loosened my hold, the tension between us melting away as her excitement took over. When she finally stepped out of my arms, the cold air rushed in, and I felt an odd emptiness without her near. I couldn’t stop smiling as I watched Ella take in this new part of herself. I could only imagine the loneliness and fear she must have endured all this time without her wolf—a part of her soul stolen and locked away.

You’d notice that Nefret’s middle name is June, kept after her grandmother. That’s it! Thanks for reading 😊 .... Books to read after THE LONELY GOD:- 1. MADE FOR HIM (spin-off of Haestus and Lyco) It was the height of witch-hunting. Kiara and Orabelle were two witches running for their lives, but one day when Orabelle is taken away by the wolves, Kiara doesn’t have any choice but to break into Zaeris (the land of wolves) to rescue her friend. But she is bewildered to find Orabelle mated with one of the powerful wolves there.

If one looked down from a high place, one could not help but feel that the small courtyard and its owner were isolated by other surrounding buildings and the Gibson family members. For the past ten years, Solana lived alone in the small courtyard. She had no servants to serve her and refused to be served by others. Everything was done on her own, and she usually did not talk to others either. If she were not practicing, her only way to rest besides sleeping was to sit in the corridor outside the house, hug her knees, and look at the sky. Sometimes, Solana would stare at the sky for the whole night.

An eye sore to their otherwise beautiful, picture-perfect lives. I growled so loud I do not recognize my own voice. I cried and shouted and I can feel myself levitating. I am regaining strength, somehow, my dark thoughts only fueled me, empowered me. I will no longer let others dictate my right to happiness and love. I no longer abide to the rules of humanity. I am no longer bounded by the limitations of being human. I am the devil, then so be it. I will be damned whatever I do or choose to do, so I will embrace it. I will no longer try to be someone whom others want me to be. If they think I don't deserve justice, I'll take it myself. I am not afraid anymore. Any ounce of conscience or need