Everything I Never Told You Book Novels & Stories

Travis pulled out a key and unlocked it. Inside was a small study, lined with old books, photographs, and dusty journals. He picked up a leather-bound book and blew off the dust. “This belonged to my great-grandfather,” he said. “He kept records of everything that happened here... the good, the bad, and the dangerous.” I stepped closer, curious despite the chill crawling up my spine. “Want to read some?” he asked. I nodded, and he opened the book to a marked page. The words told of a tragic love story, betrayal, and a family feud that ended in a mysterious disappearance.

“You think we wanted her to turn out like this? We tried to lecture her over and over again. She chose to throw it all away! “I, Zoey Callie, an ER director married to a respected criminal investigator, and yet I gave birth to a daughter like this. She has been the stain of my life!” My father rubbed my mother’s back, comforting her. Clearly, he was on her side. So, this was the reason they had never loved me. No wonder they hated it when I called them Mom and Dad in front of others. Ghosts would not cry, but the ache in my chest swelled until it hurt. Mrs. Lawson opened her mouth to say something more, but my mother cut her off sharply. “Enough. I do not want to hear another word about Ruby

The war he never asked for but never ran from. I pressed my fingers to my lips, feeling the ghost of his kiss there. The way he’d held me afterward, like letting go was no longer an option. That was when I decided. I was going to tell him today. About the book. The secret I’d been carrying quietly, carefully, typed out in stolen hours and sleepless nights. Their story. Our story. A love born in shadows, stitched together with danger and devotion and impossible choices. A love no one was supposed to know about.

A life my father never told me about. --- At night, we are told the roads are too dangerous to travel. So we stay. My old bedroom has been prepared for me. Damien is given the room beside mine. But I can't sleep. I sit by the window, staring into the darkness. The photograph rests in my hands. I keep thinking about my mother. About the things she never told me. About the way my father looked at me when I arrived. The door behind me opens. I turn. Damien stands there.

"Then why bring us here? If this is a trap, why are we standing in the center of the trigger?" Arung began shoving heavy bookshelves aside, revealing a hidden compartment built into the wall. "Because the answers to why your blood is doing this aren't in the logs the corporate teams are hunting. They’re in your grandfather’s journals. He didn't abandon you to hide you from the world, Rangga. He abandoned you to hide you from them." "Who? The corporations? The mountain spirits?"

I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes flicked to the book, then back to mine. “You read it?” I nodded, feeling suddenly exposed. “There were things she never told anyone,” Daniel said, voice low and thick. “Things she kept locked away, just like this house.” The room seemed to shrink, the space between us charged with an invisible pull. I glanced down, heart pounding, then back up to meet his gaze. “Do you ever wonder what it would be like to break the rules?” I asked, my voice trembling with the weight of the question.

"Yes. And the funny part was that I did not even know." I looked up at him. "I forgot everything," he continued. "Everything about you, about us, about what we had. It was just gone. And this book sat in a box in my apartment for years and I never thought to look at it because I did not remember that it mattered." I wanted to call him a liar. Wanted to throw the book at his face and tell him that whatever story he was trying to sell, I was not buying it. But I could not speak. Could not do anything except sit there with my diary in my lap and my throat tight and my eyes burning.

The second she hung up, it felt like my chest had been hollowed out and filled with ice. That's when it hit me—I'd been played the whole time. Her promises to save my money? Total lies. From the start, she'd planned to use my savings for Chad's house. That night, I cried until I physically couldn't anymore. Then I begged, borrowed, and scrambled until I finally scraped together the ten grand I needed for treatment. The next five years were absolute hell. The pain was relentless, gnawing at me every night, leaving me clutching my pillow just to keep from screaming.

The second the call connected, his voice came through. "Elena." There was no anger in his tone. Only something I had never heard from him before. Panic. "Why didn't you tell me?" I stayed silent. His breathing became uneven. "I know about the baby." My fingers tightened around the phone. "I know you went to London." A pause. "I know you left." The words landed heavier than I expected. "Damian..." "I spent the entire morning trying to find you." His voice dropped. "I called the hospital. I checked your schedule. I went home and saw your closet..."

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.