We Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

"Nothing. You do nothing. You wait. You let Matthew come to you. You let Rick come to you. You let Laura come to you. And while you are waiting, you learn how to be alone." "I do not want to be alone." "Then learn. Because you are going to be alone a lot. Even when you are with someone. That is the human condition. We are born alone. We die alone. Everything in between is just a temporary distraction." "That is very dark." "That is very honest." --- I left the office. Drove home. The house was still there. Still empty. Still waiting. I walked to the garden. The hose was still on. Water was pooling around the roses I had not yet pulled.

“Please…..I beg you.” The hidden figure only chuckled ominously, his voice so deep and mocking I could feel my stomach churn in disgust. “You can scream all you want, Kelly. No one will hear you here. This place where you are. It's a lonely zone. No one lives here. You’re all alone… and you will die a painful death alone. You will suffer greatly and not even Alex can save you.”

Death is inevitable. We can die in many ways and at any time and place. It is too early for me to die. I have not yet fulfilled my promises to my family. It's sad to think that I'm all alone but I'm still fighting for my life. After all, all I have is myself.

“In the year 2022, a pandemic will occur and there is no cure… many people all around the world will die. My uncle, I mean your father, died in an accident and reincarnated two years back.” “Die? Oh please, Blair… don’t kid about death. It’s not funny.” “I am damn serious, Trestan. He needed to find the mastermind of this crisis, which is the organization that I tell you about." She sighed and continued explaining. "So if he died, we will not survive the crisis because he knows what might happen in the future. Maybe it will be the end of human lives." "How---That's impossible..." He mumbled. He couldn't believe what she was saying.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

"Every night." One by one, they all admitted it. The fear. The doubt. The terror of what was coming. And somehow, that made it better. Knowing I wasn't alone. "I need to tell you all something," I continued. "About my life. About why I died." I told them everything. About Sarah and the kids. About the drugs. About dying alone. I laid it all out, every shameful detail. When I finished, I expected judgment. Disgust. But instead, Bree spoke.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

  I was born with a weak inner wolf. My parents, the Alpha and Luna, along with my older brother Caleb, treated me like glass growing up, terrified that something would happen to me. But everything changed after my adopted sister, Jessica, was diagnosed with the exact same illness. Their concern gradually shifted entirely to her. They even demanded that I give up the only healing serum capable of curing our condition so Jessica could have it. I refused. I got into a massive fight with my parents, demanding to know why they were so biased. Because of that, everyone decided I was cold-blooded, vicious, and had absolutely no sympathy for Jessica. The day before the injection was to be con

If I told him, there’d be no reason to keep me alive. “I can get it out of you, but it’s easier on you if you just tell me.” A tear spilled down my cheek, lip trembling. “I don’t want to die.” My voice, even forced, was barely above a whisper. “Everybody dies.” I didn’t know to take that as a generalization, or that everyone he came into contact with died. He offered no words, no sense of remorse, and the quiet resumed. We hit over three hours of painful silence, with the exception of my crying. I wanted to enjoy the scenery, but the situation wouldn’t allow it. At least I would’ve had beautiful images as the last thing I saw instead of the gruesome ones from the lab.

It is my doom being alive I mean. I tried to remove the broken pieces of crystal glass in my feet. My breath became heavy as I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lower lips to prevent myself from shouting from this pain. I feel numb, I can't even feel my body. My tears begin to flow and I quickly wipe it using my broken hands. But it is useless, it continues to flow that later becomes a sob. It was so painful. My heart is aching, am I going to die? For all the hardships that I've been through I realized that even if the world turns upside down, it is my destiny to feel this way. To die in not a single person would know. No one cares, no one will notice as I don't even exist in their life. B