The Leftovers Series Novels & Stories

Louis said while holding Kara's hand. “If Grandma still enjoys her lunch, this can be an additional side dish. But, is it okay if Grandma eats our leftovers?” Emily furrowed her brows, thinking. Louis suddenly snatched the package from Emily's hand. “This is not leftovers, Emily. We moved the side dishes to our own plates before eating them. So, it's not a problem.” Kara secretly smiled in pity. She felt guilty because she could not provide a better life for her family. ‘Should I use the 720.000 now? Besides, I have fulfilled my obligations.’

I planned to crash at a safe house, but my access to the Family accounts had been cut off. Only then did I realize that over the past year, the financial keys had quietly slipped back to the Barzinis. Even the numbered account I'd held for twenty years—the one my parents left me—had been transferred into Sal’s name. I looked like I lived in a warm, loving home. In truth, I was completely alone. I spent one night at Marco's apartment. The next morning, I went to the Family headquarters to collect my things.

They were still talking about this deal when someone joined them. "Hello there. I believe congratulations are in order for you Claire. This launch is quite successful" she said. "Thank you" Claire said a smile plastered on her face. "Good evening Mr Lester. I didn't think you'd have time to attend a small event as this" she said. Claire knew this lady had thrown a barb but she kept smiling. "Please do go on with your conversation. Its about business right?" "No we were just talking about the different types of champagne that should be served and those that should be preserved for generations" Lester tactfully changed the topic. Claire was quite grateful to him for that act.

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

A few days later, Cecilia rented a storefront in the city with a small restoration room and registered her consulting firm again. From the business license and insurance contracts to the climate-controlled cabinets and acid-free materials, Alexander handled everything with her. He complained about the hassle, but he worked faster than anyone else. He crouched on the floor and set up the moisture control system. He said without looking up, “Did I owe you something in a past life?” Cecilia was sorting the documents. She looked up when she heard that. “I’m your sister. It’s only natural for you to take care of me.”

Our house now is full of people we already have Ms. Silva the sole survivor of the 1st floor but I remember again the scene before we go back all the zombies chase him and turn left at the court and after a second the zombies scatter even though i don't saw what happen it was very clear that Phil is already been eaten and already one of them my tears fall, it is so hard that every minute by now one of my friends are one by one becoming a zombie my brother saw me crying so it went beside me

I asked dryly. "No, it's leftovers," Jared said nervously. I didn't hesitate. The moment I took a bite, I had to fight the urge to cry. "It's fucking good!" I declared. Jared's love bar shot up to 95%. "I've got some more if you want it," he added, opening a second lunchbox. "I'm sorry, I didn't bring enough for you, Damien." Oh? "I wouldn't suspect you'd have enough in your fridge," Damien huffed.

Luke stepped closer, his nose twitching slightly. His wolf stirred beneath his skin. "Is there something you’re not telling us? What are you hiding?" Without waiting for her answer, he dashed toward the roof, Chris and Collin hot on his heels. Kristy stood frozen for a moment… then calmed herself with a cold smirk. "No need to panic. No one saw anything." She fixed her expression and followed them, steps light but eyes dark. “Dad, don’t you remember we installed a camera up there? Collin said the bird he was feeding got caught by a cat, and he’s been checking the footage every day.”

"Thomas and I aren't what you think. We were busy dealing with his parents last night, and he hadn't eaten all day. I picked the restaurant at random. What was I supposed to do, let him starve just to avoid gossip?" I tightened my grip on the phone, my voice turning cold. "Evelyn, do you know what gives you away? You talk too much when you're guilty." I didn't wait for her answer. I hung up. After I was discharged, I told Dad to go home and rest while I went back to the apartment alone. I hadn't been there in a month, and the place looked almost unfamiliar. A pair of men's running shoes sat beside the entryway. My favorite mug was gone from the counter, replaced by a brand-new coffee maker.

Chloe screamed hysterically, but Marcus ignored her protests. He raised a third memory crystal, saying coolly, "Let's see even more of the truth."