Everything I Never Told You Book Novels & Stories

No matter how hurtful the truth was, he still had to tell her. He took a deep breath and started, "That day—" Ivory sneered and cut him off. "Are you going to tell me that you're the one who gave the order to have me whipped a hundred times in the private room at the jewelry exhibition?" Wilson staggered back. Then, he smiled self-deprecatingly. "So… you already know the truth." "Ha! I'm not a fool. Those hundred lashes were what thoroughly killed my love for you. As each lash landed, I told myself you were unworthy of my love and devotion!" she snapped.

All my stuff was still zipped up in my suitcase. Where on earth did all those come from? I had barely grabbed a shampoo bottle when Rosie's screech pierced the air from outside. She glared at me, fuming. "How dare you mess with my stuff! "Bennett went through all the trouble to bring these back for me from abroad." It hit me then—the shampoo in my hand was the same brand I had recently splurged on. My hair had been a greasy, split-ended mess before the wedding, so I had begged a friend to snag me that miracle bottle from overseas.

"W-What did you just say? Sofia, what did you say?" "You've always been so curious about this box I carry, haven't you?" I looked straight into his eyes. "Liam, I'll tell you now. It contains the ashes of our daughter, Cecilia! Our daughter is dead! And it was your precious human, Mia, who killed her!" I screamed, my voice breaking. "As you wished, Cecilia will never have another birthday! My poor child... Her last breath was spent asking me, 'Why hasn't Daddy come yet? Does Daddy not love me anymore?'"

“You wouldn’t say that if you were in my shoes. I’ve lost everything. Everything I’ve worked for. Everything my dad left behind. The company is gone. The trust… gone.” Her face softened even more. She looked heartbroken — not just for me, but because she didn’t know how to fix this. And honestly, no one could fix this. I didn’t need anyone to say ‘everything will be okay’ when we both knew that might not be true. “What's that in your hand?” she asked suddenly, pointing to the leather-bound book I didn’t realize I’d been holding tightly. I looked down at it. “My father’s diary,” I said quietly, almost in a whisper.

Rile me up unnecessarily and make me relive the pain of what had happened to me in the past? Make me remember the fact that his mother almost killed me and my child? Or the one where he had left me for another woman saying he played with me? When Tam went to sleep yesterday, I went to my drawer and pulled out the letter he wrote to me. His last words to me all of those years ago. The ring he gave me was still with me. I don't know why I couldn't find it in myself to throw all of those things away. I've tried so many times not to go back to them, but I still do it. I read the words over and over again to the point where it gave me a headache.

I tell him. I consider what I want to start with to tell him and decide to start with the really bad so he can get out now if he wants, so I say, "I didn't recieve an honorable discharge from the military." "Why?" He asks in the same tone I did earlier. "When I tell you this, I want you to first know that I am ok, I still have some flashbacks about it, and there was a small amount of time in my life it had a very negative effect on me mentally. I don't want you to ask me my number of previous partners. I was raped while overseas. I didn't report it for 6 months because the guy who did it was 4 hours away on another base. I never thought I would have to see him again. Then I found out we were

The atmosphere of the island was serene and warm, despite the nearness of the sea and the lightness of swimwear. — At the center of the square There stood a massive book, bound in dark brown leather. Its pages were thick, as if made to bear the heaviest of emotions. It lay open to a blank page. This was the Book of the Lovers’ Remembrance. It was said that every name written within it could never be erased, never forgotten, but would be immortalized with the island itself. Naomi approached slowly, her eyes gleaming with pure wonder, curiosity mingled with an inexplicable sense of awe. Adel followed her, stood beside her, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder.

What the hell was she on about, different worlds and races. I looked at the end again ‘Never tell.’ A memory niggled at the edge of my mind, my Mum lay bleeding, pain in her eyes and whispering the words so softly that only I could hear them. The memory morphed into one I had seen before, the old man on his knees his voice fierce as he told me to never tell.

A fine tremor that started somewhere inside and worked its way out. "How dare you?" she said. Her voice cracked on the second word. Philip blinked. He let go of her wrist and stepped back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have underestimated you." He raised both hands. Palms open. Surrendering. "It's just that you never attended any medical school. So how did you..." "It's none of your business, Philip." The words came out hard. Fast. Like she had been holding them in her mouth for too long and finally let them go.

“Unless you can find a way to switch it off.” “Why did this happen?” I asked. “Why me?” “What exactly did you see?” Marcus asked. He seemed to be the only one interested in my predicament. “The beginning and the end,” I replied. “That makes no sense” Kieran replied gruffly. I sighed. “And you think it does to me?” I asked in anger. “I think I understand it now,” Dominic said and began to pace around. “The Book is called the Book of Untold Story. So,what if all you saw were stories that have not happened yet. Possibilities, like Marcus said.”