I Know Everything About You You Know Everything About Me Novels & Stories

"You thought you knew yourself. Well, you're wrong. You don't know a single bit about yourself. Haha. It's just funny because you look stupid right now. You look naïve,” I'm nervous. She's right, I don't know anything about myself and I'm not interested in knowing the real me because I'm afraid to know my true identity and someone might not accept me. But now... I think I want to know myself. "What do you know about me?" I think my nervousness disappeared and was replaced by curiosity. “A lot. I know a lot about you and I can only tell you one thing, you know nothing about your identity, and... you will never know your true personality. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," I was surprised by what she said.

I heard some giggles from the students. "As it's new, I need you to introduce yourself so that we can all get to know it. Come on please" the professor asked me calmly. I swallowed thickly and stood up, walking forward. —"Tell us your name, your relatives, your age, where you come from and why. You can also add what you like to do and what you look forward to being in a new high school." What is this, kindergarten?

A mute promise: I see everything. ---

"Everyone knows what?" "Everyone knows you are not right. Everyone knows there is something wrong with you." I stood and my chair scraped against the stone and my voice was sharp. "There is nothing wrong with me." "There is. There is something wrong with you." "There is not." "There is." I stepped closer and my hands were shaking and my voice was loud. "You do not know anything about me." "I know enough." "You know nothing." "I know you are dangerous." "I am not dangerous." "You are."

Either that or he was muttering to himself, which wasn't entirely impossible considering he had a mental health record. To her left was her desperate best friend who unsuccessfully tried to pay attention to George's monotonous lecture on how the stock charts had waned pitifully low regardless of the fact that they had spent sleepless nights reading, re-reading, and analyzing every single method on market ratio. Releasing a loud breath, she slouched on her spot, dazing into oblivion but the sudden buzz of her phone startled her from nearly dozing off. She quickly unlocked her phone, and read the short text from David.

‘‘You tell me what you are going through, you tell me all of it, then you let me hold your hand and walk you through it all, that is how it works,’’ he breathed. ‘‘You don’t even know me, you don’t even know me, the parts that you know about me are the ones that I am most ashamed of, and would do anything to hide from the world, we just met today and you already, you are already saying all these, are you even sure about everything that you are saying?’’ I asked.

Because as soon as Julie fell on the ground with blood dripping from her exploded head suddenly once again the window of the room shattered only for me to realize that it's a stone which someone has thrown from ground floor And the paper has been amalgamated in it and soon without wasting even a single second I opened the paper which read “ I don't know whether you know what I know but I know what you exactly know because you are unaware of what I know, but I am totally aware of what you know but let's see whether you can get to know what I know or else you'll be just limiting yourself to your knowledge because if you come to know what I know then you will know everything automatically”

He strolled over to a wall filled with images. One quick look and Darius realized he recognized most of the people in them. He saw those who were currently in the room with him, and those not present. There were only a few he couldn’t recall ever seeing. He had done a lot of research through the years on the Jacksons and could spot them from a mile away.

Every time I hear something like that, I just roll my eyes. How did it all start? How did that chonggong end up being my boyfriend?! The chonggo, by the way, is a monkey, ah, that's it! This is a monkey! Am I a chatterbox? Just a little, but when I'm upset, hide and never show me. Kian is not only the most popular person on campus, but also one of the wealthiest. What was I thinking when I said wealthy? Simply, his surname is Ice, and I went to the Ice Academy.

Everything, everything, everything. ---