Stand Here Alone Novels & Stories

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.

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.

he asked quietly. “Yes,” I said. “I don’t want to be someone who waits to be saved. I want to be someone who can stand in the light, even if it scares me.” He exhaled slowly, a small, almost invisible nod. “Alright. But we do it together. You don’t step alone, not once.”

I cut in calmly. Unease rippled outward. Worship was easy. Thinking required courage. “You want someone to kneel to,” I continued. “Someone to carry your burdens so you never risk standing on your own.” My gaze swept across them. “No gods. No thrones.” The words landed heavier than a war drum. “We stand,” I pressed a hand lightly to my chest, “or we fall, together. Not beneath one another.” For a long moment, nothing moved. Then the old alpha slowly rose.

“Do you even have the strength for that? Even your own parents won’t support you.” I stepped closer, closing the distance between us until there was barely any space left. If he expected me to shrink back, he was about to be disappointed. Tilting my chin up, I met his gaze directly, refusing to let even a flicker of doubt show. “I would rather stand completely alone,” I stressed, punctuating each word, “than remain in the same house with you… and Camellia.” He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly as if I had just said something naive.

The market pillar is afraid. I did not know the anchor points could be afraid. I put my full hand against the stone — not the fingertips, not the exploratory touch. The full hand, the full intention, the full weight of what I am. No compression. No ceiling. No performing smallness. *I'm here,* I say. And then, because the pillar is old and the fear in it is the specific fear of something that has been standing alone for a very long time: *You have never been alone. I was always coming. I'm here now.*

I asked him. "I don't need any help." he said. "Maybe you stop following me then, stalker!" I said to him. "I have to make sure you are okay," he said. "At least don't follow right behind my tail. And I want to walk home ALONE!" I shouted at him, "Do you need the definition of alone? Or do you want me to spell the word alone for you. And you could at least walk on that street and still watch me." I didn't wait for him to answer and I continue to walk. I walked along the tree. I extend my hand to touch the bark of the tree. I walked all the way home. I walked up to the house, but I stayed outside. I could hear their conversation.