Everything I Never Told You Book Novels & Stories

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.

I know you never cared about money but I never want you to need anything in this world because you deserve everything. I love you so much I gave it all up for you, and I'd do it over again in a heartbeat. Farewell my love, until we meet again.' Kayla let her tears come out of her eyes violently as she read the words her husband had written to her. She shut her eyes tightly to rid herself of the pain that overfilled her chest, she failed miserably. The events of the days before were so bewildering they felt unreal. She felt so numb from the entirety of it.

I'd called my dad to come and fetch me because I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Dad knew what was happening because it apparently was all over the news but he'd waited until we got home to tell me. "Hunny, you have to promise to remain calm." He'd started. Obviously I'd been the opposite of that. When someone tells you to be calm like that, you will literally be more un-calm than you were before. Dad should've known better. "He wrote a book and you were all over it." He didn't even have to tell me who. But that didn't stop me from asking,

“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.’”

He leant back in his chair and listened to what she had to say. “The news that brought us back to Nassau was something unexpected and horrible, and so we left in a rush, not bothering to pack anything. Which is why I didn’t bring my laptop back. I apologize for the confusion, but what you saw on this laptop is not evidence, but a start of what would be my novel,” Tami started as the whole room buzzed in small conversation. Her mother and sister were the most confused, since they knew Tami has never talked about writing a book before.

I am trying to make different ones. A young woman wrote: I am twenty six and I am not married and I have never been betrayed by a partner in the ways you describe. But I read your book because my mother gave it to me and I understand now why she gave it to me. She was telling me something about what she has been inside for thirty years that she could not say to me directly. The book was what she could offer. I called her after I finished it. We talked for three hours. It was the first honest conversation we have had in my adult life. Thank you. Adaeze read this one sitting at the kitchen table on a Wednesday morning and felt something move through her so completely that she had to put the ph

Before I could ask why, he claimed he needed the bathroom and disappeared. When someone liked another person, it showed in the small details. When they did not, that showed too. Thinking about all of that, I shook my head and reluctantly refused. “Maybe not…” The doorbell rang at that moment. I took the chance to escape and hurried to answer the door. A girl I had never seen before stood outside. Her hands were hidden behind her back, and she smiled brightly at me. “Hi. I am looking for Elias.” I froze. [Ahhh, it's our female lead baby!]

Élianor Evening falls over the city, night envelops the house, the children are in bed, Matha has gone up to rest, Liora is in her room, Marcus is in the living room, and I am in the kitchen, alone, with my phone, with my thoughts, with my fears, with my doubts, with my hopes, with my loves, with everything I lived today, everything I discovered, everything I learned, everything I loved, everything I forgave, everything I saved, everything I lost, everything I gave, everything I sacrificed, everything I sold, everything I betrayed, everything I abandoned, everything I left, everything I forgot, everything, everything, everything. The phone rings, I look at the screen, it's Viviane, it's my m

WHAT ELEANOR NEVER KNEW Anne's POV ✦ I had told Evie about her half-sister while sitting at a kitchen table on an ordinary Tuesday evening, the words arriving carefully and the silence after them stretching out like water finding its level. I had expected that to be the harder conversation — the one with the greater weight. But sitting across from Eleanor in the quiet of a coffee shop, watching her face as I placed the archival document on the table between us, I understood that I had misjudged which conversation carried the greater cost.

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.