Behind Her Novels & Stories

"Come on, let's go." I chuckled and ran behind her...

Even stranger, Maggie hadn’t even deleted the backup, as if she wanted us to see it on purpose. Suddenly, I remembered a glint of reflected light under the passenger seat after practice that day—something like a tiny lens. A chill crept up my spine. I realized then that this carefully designed trap had been laid long ago. But who was behind it? And why were they determined to push us into a corner like this?

The hills beneath her. The wind around her. And forward still ahead.

She swallowed hard and walked faster. Her pulse rose. Something was wrong. She felt someone behind her, a presence that made her skin crawl. She tried not to panic, but the instinct was too strong. She took another step, and the footsteps behind her matched her again. She was about to turn around when suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist, unyielding, pulling her backward.

"What are you doing behind your mom's back?" Tommy froze, then turned around.

She had a displeased countenance and basically pushed in. I walked behind her heading to the bedroom.

She walks out and slams the door behind her. Perfect!

she muttered under her breath, determined to succeed. Suddenly, a low chuckle came from behind her.

She thought she had said it quietly. But when she turned around, he was standing right behind her.