We Die Alone Book Novels & Stories

I cried like a man who had just been handed his own death sentence. Because that’s exactly what I was. And there was no one left in the world who would save me. Nobody. Not even my wolf. Not even Rayne. Not even myself. I cried until there was nothing left but a hollow, shattering ache in my chest and the crushing truth that I was dying. And I was dying alone.

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“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve called her only to realize that she’s not going to answer. It feels like I’m alone. I have no one.” “You have us,” I instantly assured her. “I know we fucked up, but that doesn’t mean that we won’t be here if you need me.” She sat up and wiped her cheeks. “I know we fucked up, but that’s not the only reason why you want to put a stop to this, is it?” “I’m scared of dying alone,” she whispered. “Right now, I am alone. I have no family, no real friends. I know I have you, and I love all of you. The last thing I want is to have to choose between the four of you.”

C H A P T E R 1 : D E P A R T But she was not around, and that is the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going into every fight with backup; you are going into every fight alone. Mitch Albom ~ J U L I E S T. M A T T H E W S

And rage as i looked at these statistics and back to the doors. I was in, and i could see beyond those figures. I could see the victims and i had already witnessed three code and till they’re death, till they’re let go off and most of them don’t even have their families beside them. Most of them, die alone. They live their lives just to be alone. And then, cremated.

Do you like the idea of being fucked senseless by a pack of wolves who’d buy you like livestock if they could? The mirror didn’t answer and neither did Ivy for a heartbeat. Then she whispered, small and wounded, "I just… don’t want you to be alone if they don’t come back." I let out a short, ugly, the sound that sounded like a cackle or laughter “Alone?” I hissed, dragging the zipper the rest of the way up. It caught again on a fresh welt. I yanked harder. Pain bloomed bright across my ribs. Good. Pain I understood. “Tesoro, I’ve been alone since the day my dad died. Alone is my default setting. Alone is safe. Alone means no one gets to break me except me.”

And sinking. Never to resurface. And he's utterly alone. *

Interesting Facts about the Lonely God that nobody asked for 1. Not many people know this but The Lonely God is an individual book in the trilogy Of Me and My Mate. The first book in the series is called My Mate is My Enemy, which is the story about Nefret’s grandparents. It was my first ever werewolf book on Wattpad. The second book in the series is called Chasing My Mate which is the story about Erika’s parents. You need not read the previous two books to read The Lonely God but if you are curious and have some penny to spare then you’ll find the books on Dreame. You’d have to pay to read though.

He sucked into a deep breath and turned his face away, his gaze back to the black sky and his hand curled into a fist, "Dead." My heart sped as the sickness I kept down clawed through my veins and pounded in my ears. I felt sick. Unsettled...because for the very first time in my life, I felt relief upon the announcement of someone's death. Maybe it's wrong, maybe it's not, but I wanted his death more than anything else. A part of me fought through that feeling before, for Alex only. I wanted Nikolas to stay alive just so Alex would finally have his brother by his side. I was okay to live with that life — a life that included Nikolas, just for Alex.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”