Everything We Never Knew A Novel 소설 & 이야기

They sat in the quiet of their apartment on a Friday evening and listened to the city outside and the faint sound of their daughter's voice down the hall and the specific silence of a kitchen where something was finally being said that had needed saying for a long time. "Do you think she already knew,"Darian said quietly. Nia smiled against his shoulder. "Imara knows everything," she said. "Always."

The door was decked out with a Christmas wreath, and the windows had those cheesy snowflake decals. I reached out to push the door open, but—plot twist—my hand went right through it. Right. Because I was dead. That plane crash? Yeah, none of us made it. All 140 passengers. Gone. I floated inside, slowly. The house was full of Christmas cheer, with string lights all over the walls.

Or any writers, really. But the name felt like breath. Like an echo in a quiet room. So she bought the book. She didn’t read it right away. Carried it in her backpack for a week. Then put it on her nightstand, where it collected dust and guilt. She finally opened it one Thursday night, long after the rest of the house had gone to sleep. And on the first page, it read: To the ones we never got to meet — but somehow knew all along. Her chest tightened.

Instead, they're mysterious paintings I've never seen before, undoubtedly worth a lot of fortune. Curiosity tugs at me, urging me to explore further. I step into Andrey's study, where the shelves are lined with thousands of books. It's his sanctuary, his private space, but he's never forbidden me from entering. So, I venture deeper into the room, running my fingers along the spines of the books. One book in particular catches my eye - a volume about Nebraska. My heart sinks at the sight of it, memories flooding back from a time I'd rather forget. The mere thought of Omaha fills me with a mix of embarrassment and resentment, a reminder of a past I'd rather leave behind.

I asked her. "I never knew that you were a mafia," she said and I kissed her.

“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.’”

I fought back with all my might, my eyes burning with tears. That memory was the hardest for me to talk about. I was the one who got hurt. I was the one who felt the most pain. However, none of them would help me. They did not believe that it happened to me. Only a stranger sent me a text, telling me to stay strong. I never thought they would learn the truth, but Shane showed them everything. The voices from the phone kept playing, and Patrick, in a rage, smashed the phone to bits. Jim and Calvin just stood there, stunned and white as ghosts.

To protect his pride, I had never brought it up. It turned out that he wasn't incapable of having a child. He just didn't want one with me. When I didn't answer, he didn't press. Instead, his eyes stayed glued to his phone. On the screen was a full-size photo of that woman named Willow. He accidentally tapped a voice message, and her bright, energetic voice spilled out of the speaker. "Honey, I made a whole table of your favorite dishes. When are you coming over? Let me whisper a little secret to you. After dinner, Miles will head to his grandma’s, and then… I’ll be all yours to savor."

Violetta waited for a few seconds before speaking again. “You don’t have to be offended. I am only curious.” “If you really want to quench your curiosity, then listen up.” Evelyn closed the file in front of her. “Peter is family. That is all you should know.” “Family?” “Yes.” “How exactly?” Evelyn looked at her. “I did say, that is all you should know.” Violetta wanted to ask more, but she could tell Evelyn was not going to give her anything. She decided to leave it for another day.

I'll spend some time alone with Clarence. I felt like a zombie as I made my way over to Ruth's hospital room. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked at her thin face. Mom and Dad died early. Ruth was three years younger than me, and we depended on each other to survive. Ruth was sexually assaulted by the heir of a wealthy family during the first year that Grace founded her business. I wanted to make a police report, but Grace stopped me, saying that the heir had agreed to make a large investment that would change the fate of the company.