Ultimate Abandoned Novels & Stories

help! I guess this is the end for me.

Everything that couldn’t be digitized, laundered, or burned. I stood on the cliff where the fortress used to be. Only scorched earth remained, and one twisted I-beam jutting toward the sky like a broken finger. The wind smelled of salt and endings. Dante came up behind me, arms sliding around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder. “It’s done,” he said quietly. I leaned back into him. “Almost.” I pulled the satellite phone from my pocket. Dialed. One ring. Zurab answered, voice like gravel over glass.

With his remaining strength, Andrew got up slowly and approached Glenn who was still trying to stabilize himself. "Are you alright?" asked Andrew with his breath caught in his throat. "Do I look okay after being hit by an explosion?" Glenn growled as he plucked a splinter of wood from his shoulder, his face tightening with pain. "At least we're still alive." Andrew gave Glenn a small smile. "But they managed to erase almost all traces. No more vehicles, no more important documents." Glenn snorted, then glanced at the warehouse that was about to collapse. "You forgot, we still have this," Andrew said, handing Glenn the paper.

If he cried, their world collapsed. The night I returned home, Carson couldn't accept it. After a dramatic breakdown, he climbed to the edge of the rooftop and screamed, "I've been abandoned! No one wants me anymore! I might as well die so Dad, Mom, and Jason can finally live happily together!" My parents lost their minds. Scrambled up to coax him down, then wouldn't leave his side for a second. Dad and Mom fed him fruit and snacks, coaxing him to eat, while I sat dizzy with hunger, ignored completely.

A raw, broken sound that scraped my throat raw until tears, hot and salty, mingled with the taste of bile and despair on my lips. Five days passed without a whisper from Terrence. But Rebecca found me on the Instagram. I accepted her connection request, a numbness settling over me. Her profile screamed triumph, that was a holotypic capturing Terrence kneeling reverently before her swollen belly, his lips pressed against the curve where his pup grew. The caption burned, "True happiness blooms under the moon: loving you while you love me back." Below it, Terrence's reply blazed like a brand: "Reciprocal commitment."

Nero Pov No matter how much you want to bury a secret, it never stays hidden forever. But for Blake, I want this to stay buried just a bit longer as I stared at her teary eyes and then at her grandfather… but I knew that the end was near. From the moment I woke from my coma, called the University back, and found out that Mr. Blade was looking for her, and I dug into him, finding out that he was an Ultima, I could see the end of us, but I still wanted to believe that we could escape the beginning of the end... Our traveling was supposed to give us a new beginning, but now...

But right now, when he needed his father's influence the most, his father dearest had backed away, causing him to mentally writh in abandonment. When the conflict, downstairs, didn't seem to be ending any soon, Edward let out a sigh and got up. Dumping the empty bottle of liquor inside the dumpster, he rubbed his hands over his face to clear bit of alcoholic effects that could indicate he had been high on drugs from past one week, before he exited the room.

The morning sun cast long, unforgiving shadows across the apartment's living room, illuminating the wreckage of a life built on sand. The discarded remnants of the celebratory dinner—a half-empty bottle of champagne, a crumpled tablecloth, and the sad, congealed mess of salmon on the floor—were a brutal testament to the previous night’s collapse.

Zaden had been having a rough time. Unless it was to do with Rosie he didn’t really communicate with us. I understand it though, if Nick had betrayed me, then died right in front of me I would have lost it. I feel sorry for Zaden, I know what it is like to have a mate reject you. But I do not know what it is like to have one die on you.