Gabe Itch Novels & Stories

My breath catches in my throat. The anonymous post, which has already gone viral, is a fake congratulatory message that twists the truth with venom. It’s not just aimed at Josh, but at me as well. Mocking, belittling, and exposing things I’ve always feared would come to light. "Congratulations, Josh, on your engagement to Ivanna. Though, I must say, it’s surprising. Not because she’s not lovely, but because we all know the truth. How can someone who doesn’t even know how to read be worthy of the Williams name? But then again, Josh has always had a thing for the underdog. Well, here’s to her finally landing the ‘prince’ of the corporate world.”

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Me: kk. I left my phone on the couch and went upstairs too change, I put on my favorite comfy, grey sweatpants then a plain black long-sleeve body suit with black crocs to match. I pulled my hair back into a sock bun as I walked to my brother's room. I knocked on the door, "Hey, can you give me a ride?" "Ask Blake." he yelled back. "If I wanted to, I would've." I grumbled. I got no response and pressed my ear against the door, I heard the tapping of the keyboard on his phone, "Can you just take me? It's not even that far."

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I was just pedaling away from the house when I heard grandma's call. "Claret! You forgot to tell me something." I winced, I almost forgot. "I won't let them touch me. Just let them stare, until they die." Grandma gave me a small smile before I continued pedaling. I say that to grandma every day before I leave. It was like a sort of chant or is it correct to say that it was an oration? I secretly wished that no one really died from staring at me for so long. No man has ever touched me or stared at me for so long. Because the talk is spreading, as soon as he stares at me for a long time, a nightmare will surely follow.

The girls decided they wanted to play ‘Dirty Minds. “So why were you mad at him, Jillie? If it’s not too early to ask,” Mason inquired. “I bit her,” I told him. Everyone snapped their heads to me. “What he means-” “Jarren, you didn’t?!” Alyx exclaimed, cutting Jillie off. I nodded, ashamed. “Like, play biting?” Mason asked. “No, as in, my fang punctured her skin.” “Jarren!” Jillie and Alyx exclaimed at the same time. Jillie’s head snapped to Alyx.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Eden said feeling determined, let's see how long that lasts. Eden headed back to the agency and unlocked the office, opening Malakai’s password. Now the real question being, what the hell was the password? It could literally be anything, Malakai was such a closed off person, and his passwords could range from anything. So first she tried the basic ones. His birthday. Nope. Eden’s birthday. Nope. Lilith’s birthday. Nope. the date of the fire. Nope. the date of his parents' deaths. Nope. What was left? Nothing. She tried a bunch of random numbers and letters but Malakai was smarter than that.

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he says, pressing his thumb over the controller a hundred times each second. “I don't learn like that.” He huffs pausing the game. His fingers positioning mine over the buttons, his hair falls slightly over his face and the need to brush it off gnaws. If I brushed it away would he move away? “This is to move forward,” he says, his lips moving attractively. “And this back.” He looks up at me. “Are you listening?” I cough. “Of course.” I repeated everything he said and after a few more instructions I had gotten the hang of it.