Everything I Never Told You A Novel Novels & Stories

A foolish stirring born of fatigue and too much imagination. I would later learn how wrong I was. For when I closed my eyes, it was not the yard I saw, nor the men, nor the blades flashing in the sun. It was the feeling — brief, uninvited, impossible to unlearn — of being noticed in a world that survived by forgetting girls like me. And though I did not yet understand what that recognition would cost us both, I know now that this was the moment my ordinary days ended.

I checked my mobile. No texts. No missed calls. I knitted my brows at the unusual occurrence. Jess probably forgot to, yet my instincts kept screaming at me not to let this slide. I sighed heavily and opened my personal computer to check my email for reviews on my new book. Furthermore, I smiled when I saw two new emails. Sure, it was a rejection and this will not stop me from my dream of being a successful writer, but the second mail was something else. I clicked on it, and it was a final interview invitation from a publishing company I had recently applied to; Quinn's House.

Tonya made a moan of disgust and walked towards the small kitchen to get her chores done for the brief moment Thaddeus was out of the house. Thaddeus slept round the clock. It was a dip of fresh air for Tonya, this was the only moment she got herself to read. She always imagined living in a fancy house with a massive archive of books in her library. If she had the power, her house would be just a huge library. She smiled at herself as the thought crossed her mind once again. It was always difficult, with everyone around, the constant greetings and chatting and so on, the noise from down the street, cars honking and the occasional noises of people fighting or shouting about one thing or the o

The silence of the Buntu archives was an illusion, a thin veil draped over a rot that had been festering for decades. Rangga stood before the portrait, his fingers hovering inches from the peeling paint, when the world shattered. Crack. The sound wasn't the natural groan of the house. It was the high-velocity snap of a suppressed rifle round biting into the exterior teak siding just inches from Rangga’s head. Splinters the size of shrapnel exploded into the room, stinging his cheeks.

I left the house and rode straight to Triumph Hotel. I booked a room directly across from 701. We had plenty of cameras at home. I brought a small one with me. I was going to catch them together. Ten o'clock. No one. Eleven. Midnight. Nothing was going the way I expected. I stayed up until dawn, my eyes burning. The door across the hall never opened. Chloe never showed up. Had I been wrong? Did she really not betray me? Were those messages and photos all in my head?

She bowed deeply before tears started rolling down her cheeks. "Good afternoon, everyone. I come from a small mountain village, and I'm the first in my family to attend college. My parents always told me to be kind and get along with my classmates… but I don't know what I did wrong." Her voice cracked. "My roommate, Mallory Leighton… everything she uses is incredibly expensive. A washbasin, a bottle of skincare—each one could be a year of my family's savings. I was curious and wanted to take a look, but she slapped me.

Or just drop dead. I clenched my teeth, trying not to scream as memories from yesterday came rushing back. I shut my eyes tight, but the scene kept playing in my head. I was never reading a book again. Ever. I should not have brought Fifty Shades of Grey to school, let alone read it. But I was bored waiting for Jaxon, and it was the only book I had in my bag.

Iris said as I looked at her in confusion and then burst into laughter. “That's a lie." I said. “Lie?? Girl I am telling nothing but the truth…you told me this with your very mouth a few years ago so I am so confused as to why you have forgotten…this particular detail of one's life, one tends not to forget.” It was at that moment I knew that something was terribly wrong. I wondered how come I didn't remember any details at all between me and Liam. “Did something happen in my previous life that made me forget??" I asked myself in almost a whisper.

Theodore wiped his face, but it did little to stop them. Evelyn lowered her head. “I thought you hated me.” “I could never hate you.” “So you knew I was Shirley?” “I knew from day one. Your designs were and will always be peculiar. Remember I used to tell you that you'd go places with your talent?” Evelyn covered her mouth. She tried to hold herself together, but she could not. Theodore reached across the table and held her hand. “My daughter.” That was all it took. Evelyn began crying harder and Theodore cried too.

Then, I came up with a reply, even if there was no one to see it now. "No, you didn't. You taught her love. You gave her the knowledge that someone was willing to fight fate, a system, and even himself, all for her. "You completed your mission flawlessly, Quincy. She's going to live a long, long life, carrying the love you carried for her inside her heart." … Side Story Three years had gone by since then. During that time, I published my new book—Exchange. I only wrote one message on the acknowledgement page. "To Quincy Shaw, my beloved. Thank you. You made sure I came out triumphant in this exchange."