Stand Here Alone Novels & Stories

“This is the sole reason I don't want to make friends with anyone. I just want to be on my own, alone. With those final words, I walked away leaving Stephanie. I didn't look back.

But maybe, just maybe, I didn’t have to face it alone. I stepped away from the ledge, my feet shaky beneath me, but I stood tall. There was still a long road ahead, a road I didn’t know if I was strong enough to walk. But for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel quite as alone. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to get me through another day.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

It added to the bond we have as mates. Now I need to brace myself because the war of my life is already falling and I might be the one to be defeated if I'll stay this way. I'm fully dependent on him and now I need to learn to stand alone and fight with my own hands, the way, u won't be in tears with a broken heart. I think it's just better to be alone for the rest of my life.

And in that moment, I don’t feel alone. I don’t feel strong either. I just feel human. We stand there in silence, two shattered people clinging to each other under a moon that doesn’t care. And for once, that’s enough

My voice was almost a scream, echoing through the small apartment. Alaric stood across the room, his shoulders tense, his jaw clenched, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t decipher. “The problem is,” he said, his voice low but steady, “you keep convincing yourself that you have to survive alone, even when you know you can’t.” I shook my head, stepping closer, anger rising in my chest. “Because I have to rely on myself! Life never gave me another choice!” He let out a quiet. “Life didn’t take away your choices. You refuse to see that there’s someone willing to stand beside you.”

She had seen me waiting there all day. Snapping back to my senses, I shook my head lightly. "Thank you. I'm not doing it today." … As I walked out of the City Hall, a few staff members passing by after getting off work whispered to each other, "I think I've seen her a few times. She always comes here alone, trying to get married." "Now that you mention it, I remember her, too. She's always waiting for someone who never shows up." I kept my expression blank, but on the inside, I was dreadfully embarrassed. Shame overwhelmed me to the point where I couldn’t lift my head. Instinctively, I picked up my pace.

After all, she was leaving in a few days. Suddenly, someone put a hand on her shoulder and she turned to find Emery there. Emery handed her a drink and said, “Why are you standing alone?” “Oh nothing…”Roseanne tried to say with a smile. Emery spoke, “Do you know it's a bad habit.” Roseanne blinked her eyes and asked, “Umm what?” “Standing alone and hoping someone will notice you,”Emery suddenly said. Roseanne just stared at her.

Madison's POV "Am Adrian '' he introduced himself. "Oh, forgive my bad manners, am Madison" I chuckled. "Okay, it doesn't really matter though, by tomorrow you might not even remember meeting me" he chuckled. "What is a beautiful lady such as yourself doing outside alone?" Adrian asked. I smiled at Adrian's playful remark, feeling a flicker of amusement amid the emotional turmoil within me. "Well, Adrian," I began, "I found myself needing a breath of fresh air and a moment away from the chaos inside. Sometimes solitude can be comforting, even in a crowded place." I pointed at the bar entrance.

Calm on the outside. But her hands were clenched. So tight her knuckles were white. A Luna. I didn’t know her name. I didn’t need to. I knew what she was the same way I knew how to breathe. “No one’s with her,” I whispered. The space around her was empty. No mate. No family. Just distance. Like the room itself had decided she was on her own. “She shouldn’t stand alone,” I said louder. “Why is she alone?” No one answered.