Behind The Seams Novels & Stories

She was right there, by my side, silent but present. They all wanted me to be my old self again, mischievous or not. No matter how brash or bossy I got, they were my rock-solid support. All eyes were on me, like a scene straight out of one of my dreams. However, I just smiled, not turning them away, not fully embracing them either. After all, not every epiphany deserves forgiveness, right? …

It was better that she did not know what was happening saves her from a lot of things; it was better this way. I looked up at the building. It just looked like the renovation was moving slowly, but we knew the reason why… we were trying to stall, to buy us more time until we found that damn mineral. “Come on, let’s go down” I said to Graham. “Yes Alpha” I pushed through the front doors, boots landing on plastic-covered floors as the chemical smell of drying plaster hit me. “Where’s Kaden?” I muttered. Graham checked something on his phone before pocketing it. “Downstairs already. Says they started another section.”

From the day Jerry and I moved in together, he was constantly buried in work. The stress was so bad that it kept him up at night. So I gathered some herbs, mixed them in the softest down and fur I could find, and sewed him a sleep aid pillow. I spotted the totem pendant on his phone. Monica had a matching set of earrings. But I kept quiet. When Jerry seemed to realize his request was a bit much, I nodded and said, "Send me the design, and I'll take care of the materials."

Narrowing her eyes in confusion, Desiree went back to her seat and sat down with the others here for the interview. As the man arrived through the hallway, many people surrounded him at once, informing him of today's projects and other supposedly important things. Curiosity piqued in Desiree, and she tried to catch his glimpse, but the crowd around him didn't let her. Soon, he was out of her sight, and everybody released the breath they were holding in unison. Is it too late to run now? For the next few minutes, Desiree kept sitting there like a statue, too anxious to even breathe. After about fifteen minutes, her name was called for the interview, and her heart started racing in her chest.

Then, I started searching the bedroom, only to find that one of the bank debit cards had gone missing. After I got married to Martin, the two of us would transfer our monthly salary into the same bank account to pay for our expenses. And now, the card for that account had gone missing. It was obvious who took it. With a sinking feeling in my heart, I searched through my closet. All of my jewelry, branded bags, and luxury items had been replaced with fakes! My heart was pounding wildly. Martin was truly a vicious man! He didn't leave a single penny to me, and yet, he made me compensate Whitney for his supposed crime as well as financially support Daniel and Patricia. Meanwhile, he got to wash

A seam in the wall that hadn’t been there before. Beverly ran her hand along it. “What the hell is this?” I didn’t answer. Because I could feel something. A hum beneath my skin. A pressure in my chest, like air pressing in from both sides. “We need to open it,” I said. Beverly hesitated. “Are you sure?” “No. But we’re out of time.” We pried at the edges, fingers slipping. Then—I found a notch. A small indentation. I pressed it.

His eyes are still dark, I like how he is looking at me. “Oh, I guess we will have to figure this out together. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” (I want to kiss him. Oh my god, did he hear that?) Dez’s licked his lips, I turned and walked away. "I need to remember he can hear my thoughts." I said quietly to myself. I hurried through the shower and put on my favorite black sweat pants and band T-shirt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** (Ruby, someone is coming.) I can smell them, and something foreign to me.

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?