The Lonely Few Review Novels & Stories

Chey picks up once again and she turns to eye him. "Don't be obvious..." I whisper. "Well, he's obviously creeping so I might be." She shrugs. We grab the shirts and move along, and the man remains staring off into space by the men's shirts. We make our way over to the bookshelves, still guarded, but enthralled at the mark downs on the paper backs. Chey and I have similar tastes so we each take a couple that we both were eyeing, knowing that we will switch off after we've read them. A particular vampire thriller catches my eye, and I grab it last second.

light.The figure stepped forward, and as the shadows parted, Timbre gasped. It was an ancient Alpha, his presence commanding and terrifying, yet there was a gentleness in his gaze that surprised her.“You are the key, Timbre,” the Alpha spoke, his voice echoing through the trees. “The power within you is not yours to command. It is ours, the legacy of those who came before you. But with it comes a great responsibility—a choice that only you can make.”Timbre felt a chill run down her spine. “What choice?”The Alpha’s expression softened. “To save him, you must give yourself to the power fully. Only then will you understand what it truly means to be the Lone Wolf. But know this—once you embrace

She tried her best not to be over paranoid over everything. "Stop it. Just enjoy this moment. Let's go back in there and have some fun", she held her hand in a tight grip dragging her back to the club. As they entered inside the club,the beat was vibrating off the walls. There were people yelling and screaming cause of excitement. The drinks were flowing across the tables. The dance floor was filled with sweaty bodies swaying to the beat. As they approached the table they were sitting on. Ashley was still sitting drinking her wine slowly as her eyes were glued on the people who were dancing. Ashley is also the best friend of Sky. And she's also her roommate. "Girl... I think this is the best

Andra laughed as she rolled her eyes at Raina's input in all of this mess that was created. " why do you think he's called the lonely wolf? Do you think it was because he was kicked out of his pack and on his own for years? No. He's called the lonely wolf because his soul as I know it is still not at peace. It's confused as to who to choose, being identical twins isn't helping him In this situation and quite frankly I'm tired of explaining to you all. You are too hard to teach. In the meantime thank you elders as well as Mr. And Mrs. Green for the gifts you have brought to me, I'll be off now." Andrea disappeared after her speech leaving nothing but a cloud of smoke behind. I made a tsking s

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!

I bit my lip, feeling a bit embarrassed, and could only offer a brief explanation. “Farrell drives a long-haul truck. He only comes home a few times a year.” “I see…” Hearing this, Cowell nodded knowingly, though I did not notice the fleeting gleam of shrewdness that flashed beneath his eyelids. As time went by, all my heat seemed to converge on my lower abdomen. It felt as if a furnace had suddenly been activated in my core. I wanted it so badly… No, I cannot make a fool of myself in front of Jetson’s friend. That would be utterly humiliating.

_Terrified_. “_I’m _lonely_ too, Seven.” Rylan’s eyes _flickered_. _Four_. “_Good_,” Four said. “_Then _let_ me _in_. Be _less_ lonely _together_.” One _flinchd_. The chip. In his head. _Screaming_. _KILL SEVEN KILL SEVEN KILL SEVEN_ He looked at Kieran. At the _gun_. “_Do it_,” One whispered. “_Before _he_ takes _me_. Before I _hurt_ him. _Please_.”

They left me alone in that big, empty house with no food or water. It was all just a lesson.

The battle showed that even the bravest warriors could not overcome the ferocity of the sand people’s relentless assault. Now, she and a handful of survivors huddled together in the dimly lit cave, their bodies sore and their minds fractured from the battle's trauma. The merciless and vast sands stretched beyond the horizon, seemingly endless. They were trapped, isolated, with no clear path out, and the world outside felt alien and suffocating. It felt like they had spent weeks there, not just days. The warriors murmured amongst themselves, but no one had the strength to argue, and the fear that hung in the air made it nearly impossible to think clearly.

“I am glad and I am relieved. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.” “I can’t promise that I won’t ran into anymore drunk drivers but I will promise you that I will be more careful.” Ronnie reassured as she rubbed my back ever so gently. I sighed in content as I felt at ease in her arms. The moment was cut short when Mr Miller walked in. “Oh, am I disturbing something?” he asked and Ronnie replied almost immediately. “You asking whether you’re disturbing us is the actual disturbance. That’s why people in movies usually just walk back out quietly.” I just laughed as I pulled away from Ronnie’s arms.