The Great Alone Kindle Novels & Stories

He had a plan to give her the kind of love she deserved… * * * Ethan and Laura’s story continues in “A Wonderful Kind of Love” now available on GoodNovel. Swipe to the next chapter to read a preview!

ELIAS …. Third stupid year started some weeks ago, and men! I feel on top of the world, cause not only would I be out of the fucking hellhole soon, but also because of the fact that am all alone, just like how I like it. Alone? Why on earth would anyone like to be alone? To give a brief flashback, let me take you back to my pathetic damn sad story.

It turned out he just saw me as a sister in need. I kept on moving with no stop, crossing rivers, crossing valleys, I moved with no force until I made up my mind on where I would go to. I was going to meet with the great Manzoni! I turned right and I dived into the forest again, entering the thickest of the wild, crossing trees, and meeting different animals. I hid from some, I fought with others, I killed some and I just chose to keep running from others. I reached a very thick part of the forest, and I beat my chest and screamed to signify my entrance to the house of the great Manzoni.

Along the way, the kid had become talkative and they talk about stuff. "Really? You like Ghibli movies? Me too," he told the kid, Yuki. "Yes, but we don't have a Television nor a DVD player but I watch at my friend's house sometimes." "You'll get one someday," Eustone smiled. This was his nature, to help good people in need of something he doesn't need. "That's what my sister said," the little kid said, grinning at him. "Her name is Sasha and she's very tough."

I meant it. However, Lucas just broke down. "I'll never be happy again... I've lost it all," he sobbed. ... I left the house to Lucas, wanting to keep nothing but the memories. Still, I wired 150 thousand dollars to Patrick's account. Not because I was soft, but because I was done with that chapter. I was financially secure, and Lucas had quit his job. I did not want any loose ends. Life got brighter from there. My college buddy and I started an outdoor club right there in town. I met folks who shared my love for the wild, and we would head out on adventures whenever we could.

He took out his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart, but it was still powered off. He stood there, staring at the screen as it dimmed, lit up again, and then dimmed once more. People passed by him constantly, some dragging suitcases, some laughing as they called home to say they’d arrived safely, and some being pulled into warm embraces, greeted with excited cries. Only he stood there alone, with nowhere to go.

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!

The carousel was still there, spinning round as if nothing had changed. I bought a ticket and sat on the same familiar horse. The wind blew against my face. I closed my eyes. For a moment, I could still hear my daughter's laughter… and David warning me, "Be careful." This time, no one was with me. I rode alone. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I knew death was near. I forced my eyes open, but the world grew more and more blurred. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and used the last of my strength to dial a number I had not called in years.

Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,

“You looked, I don’t know, peaceful.” “Honestly, this book is terrible,” Audrey said, holding up some thriller that I vaguely recognized. “I don’t know why the hell Annabelle has it on her shelf, but I fear for any of the recommendations she’s been giving out at the bookstore.” I suddenly realized where I recognized the book from. “Oh, that’s the one that all the book clubs were reading a while back,” I said. “She probably only got it because of that.” “Oh, that makes more sense,” Audrey said. There was an awkward silence. “So, are you going to sit down or what?”