All The Things I Never Said Book Novels & Stories

The young lady looked at me hesitantly, totally untrusting. On this cold February night, I encountered the strangest thing that ever happened to me. A stranger, a girl I can see in full color! The encounter changed my very existence! What has happened? What kind of powers does she have to cure my eyesight? What was it about her? I want to know; I got to know!

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The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

Hadn't I learned anything from Rishi, Raghav, and Siddarth? They all wanted one thing. A thing I despised and loathed with all my heart. Taking a deep breath, I circled my wrist. "I want to break up," I left the words out with difficulty, every part of me snapping as the clenching of my heart increased. "Bookworm," He spoke slowly. "It doesn't matter what I did. It was in past." "It does!" I shouted, facing him. "It explains everything! I thought you were different."

But then I can’t stop, as I’ve only just started. I have to finish what I began. Only then will I truly be free of my grudge. As I try to leave the living room, my eyes gloss over the book sitting on the center table. It’s the gift from Zeath, and I’m only now realizing that I never even bothered to look at the title, which reads: ‘When gods speak arousal’. ~ The race event gathers all the dust it can. All news agencies are casting it. And as it all happens, I’m in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror while saying goodbye to the identity I’ve known for three years.

Wake up, smile, talk about the book, sign copies until my hand cramped, eat something that did not quite taste like home, sleep in a bed that was never quite right, then do it again. I was tired in a way that went deeper than sleep could fix. The book was called *Always*. I had written it in pieces over the last few years, sitting at the kitchen table while Dominic worked in the garden or read in the chair across from me. It was not a story about the beginning. It was a story about what comes after the beginning. About choosing the same person on ordinary Tuesdays and difficult Thursdays and every morning after a hard night. About love that does not stay new but becomes something steadier, s

She blinked. "I do?" "Books." "That's hardly unusual." "You own more than people should." She looked horrified. "You've never been to my flat." "I haven't." "So how do you know?" "You mentioned buying another book despite having nowhere to put it." "Oh." "And you described your bookshelf as 'double parked.'" She groaned. "I actually said that." "You did." "Please never repeat it." "I make no promises."

It is right? I tried not to overthink the part where he wrote “He was nothing like you.” I knew it meant nothing. It was just as candid as the words themselves. So, why I couldn’t I stop my pulse from racing? Why did it feel like I was running out of breath, and that I would fall to the ground if I didn’t stop moving? “Damn!” I whispered, pushing my hair back with a hand. “Marcus, he’s just being kind to you. You are not loved starved, so why are you acting like it?”

Not a word… just that. And it undid me.We left together, all four of us.No shouting, no slammed doors, no courtrooms or threats.Just a strange, broken quiet.But sometimes, broken things can still hold.Sometimes, they hold even more.And this? This was the beginning of something else.A signal in the dark and we were all listening now.As we stepped into the cold, no one said a word but Aaron didn’t let go of the book. I didn’t ask for it back maybe this was how it began, without grand gestures or perfect lines.

“It’s this.” Liv’s gaze dropped to the book, recognition flaring in her expression. “A hard copy of your first book! And what’s wrong with it?” “It was delivered to the mansion this morning,” I explained, my voice low, as if the very act of speaking it would summon whatever dark force was at play. “I don’t even know how they found it, but it feels… ominous.” Liv picked up the book, turning it over in her hands. “Who sent it?” “I have no idea,” I admitted, the knot in my stomach tightening. “There was no name, no return address, nothing. Just a note inside that said, ‘Some things never leave us, do they? Just like first love.’”