Everything We Never Knew A Novel Novels & Stories

She scrambled with her lock desperate to get it open, her books were within arm's reach when a carefully tucked in pitch black envelope caught her eye, it was stamped with some kind of strange insignia and it took quite awhile to pry it off. A small note was embedded inside and despite her instincts wailing trouble, she unfolded the paper, she paled and her hands began to tremble as she read it's simple contents, again and again and again 'I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" it'd said it would seem that the universe wasn't letting her off the hook so easily this time

But just when we thought we were gaining clarity, a new twist emerged, shattering our perceptions and plunging us into a realm of uncertainty once again. In the midst of our quest, a revelation came to light that turned everything we knew upside down. It was a truth so profound, so shocking, that it threatened to unravel the very fabric of our existence. The enigmatic stranger, Gabriel, who had been my confidant and ally, harbored a secret of his own—a secret that would redefine our understanding of the past, present, and future.

But the podium in the middle was empty, like the book which stood there was taken. I look over at Colby confused, he only shrugs his shoulders telling me he didn’t have a clue where the other book could be. I take a step closer to the podiums to see what books were left, perhaps that could give us an idea of what the book missing could be called. On the first podium sat a reddish colour book, it was very dusty which tells me no one had picked it up in years to read. I reach over and wipe some of the dust from the cover, this revealing the title. “The Forgotten Truth”.

"Thank you." "The line you added at the very end," Evelyn continued. "The line about the kitchen knowing what it is—that is your first sentence and your last sentence." Aurora gripped the edge of the desk. "You want to build the entire narrative around that?" "Yes," the editor stated firmly. "The book begins with a kitchen that does not know yet. It ends with a kitchen that finally does. Everything in between is the process of knowing." "The process of knowing," Aurora whispered.

DYANNE Our world is such a small world—literally, and every day coincidences happen. People meet the most unexpected people; one way or the other, they run into people they swore to never see again. Life has its way of bringing people back together in a way. And in some others' cases, they walk in by themselves. Like me, agreeing to move back to New York to work in The Morgan's company, knowing full well who is about to own it. But what are the odds that a normal employee like me will ever come across the upcoming president?

"You don't have to..." He took her hand. "If your dad hadn't torn us apart back then, we—" "Don't." Her voice dropped. "I already know. I've always known. I never stopped." I just stood there, watching them act like no one had died. That's when it hit me—Stella never stood a chance. All of it... it was because of Caleb. He wasn't just an old friend. He was her first love. The one she never let go of.

Read enough to understand the quality of what was happening. The first message she read that stopped her was from a woman she did not know, in a city she had never visited, who had apparently read the entire book between midnight and four in the morning and had written to say: I did not sleep. I could not sleep. Every time I thought I could put it down I found I could not put it down because it felt like putting down the only honest thing I had encountered in years. I have been in that kitchen. I have stood at that counter. I did not know anyone else had been there until this morning.

I had been generous with that interpretation. I had been wrong. One day, Damien... you'll find out exactly what you lost. At the time I thought it was emotion. Now I wasn't so sure. Because if what I had heard tonight was even partially true, then this wasn't about what I had lost. It was about what I had never understood in the first place. ‎