All The Things I Never Said Book Novels & Stories

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.

Then he headed down to the living room. Theodore and Jonathan were in the living room reading a newspaper. “Good morning, did you sleep well?” They indicated that they didn’t sleep well, they were thinking about their sister-in-law and the babies. He told them that he was tossing and turning, blaming himself for bringing harm to his daughter in love. The Housekeeper and Tamara were busy preparing breakfast. Theodore was reading the newspaper aloud. They were shocked when they saw the first page. It was about how the Edwards Group was founded.

and I swear I would just look at a few pages that's all I told myself, but it was a lie, and I knew it, but still ignored how my conscience told me to keep the damn book, cause if he catches me with it, it would be disastrous, and opened to the middle, but what I see there is nothing about his likes or dislikes "I did for in love, but after what happened, I would never again, and would rather prefer to remain anyone's stranger, and never let anyone like me, cause if the person does, promise me the world even, and leave me two years to come, I swear to God, I would never forgive him, cause..."

"All you have to do is say yes and I'll take good care of you, I'll make you the envy of every girl here, you will be worshipped like a queen that you are. "Rebecca will have no power over you anymore." "You do know no one is allowed to use mobile phones right? I will give you back yours and no one will do anything about it." His hands slowly crept up to her waist. Kimberly suddenly coughed out wearily and moved away from him a bit. "Sir...I... Uhm.." She was totally short of words. "It's okay, I understand you are probably too shocked right now, so I'm gonna let you think about it, take your time but don't take too long," he said the only thing that Kim wished to hear that moment.

I wanted to ask but decided against it. 3. Never come out of the attic unless it's for chores or he calls for me. 4. Have breakfast, lunch, and dinner ready for him every day at the times he scheduled. 5. Never disrespect him or face the consequences (he doesn't specify what would be deemed disrespectful). 6. The last and most important rule... never to speak of what happens behind these doors. I soon broke most of these rules or in his mind, I broke them so I would get punished.

He turned back and smiled at me. "I'll have someone come clean up the mess later. Don't touch the broken porcelain, okay? And when I get home, I hope I'll see my birthday present." I felt unbearably cold, my whole body trembling. It was as if all my emotions and senses had been drained away. I felt hollow, lifeless. The person on the other end must have grown impatient and called again. Lawrence answered instantly. "Lawrence, we're getting a divorce if you walk out that door."

How could she spout this garbage like it was no big deal? Flashes of memory hit me. That day was fuzzy, but some things were crystal clear. My sister had fallen and hurt herself, so my real mom, Madelyn, told me to wait by the door while she ran inside to grab something. While I stood there, a woman showed up, waving candy in my face. Mom was always strict about sweets—barely let us near them. So when I saw that candy, I didn't even think. I ran toward her. One stupid step, and just like that, my life shattered.

“Unless you can find a way to switch it off.” “Why did this happen?” I asked. “Why me?” “What exactly did you see?” Marcus asked. He seemed to be the only one interested in my predicament. “The beginning and the end,” I replied. “That makes no sense” Kieran replied gruffly. I sighed. “And you think it does to me?” I asked in anger. “I think I understand it now,” Dominic said and began to pace around. “The Book is called the Book of Untold Story. So,what if all you saw were stories that have not happened yet. Possibilities, like Marcus said.”

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

Never Again 🌷 “Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.