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

"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."

Baby, I want you to know everything. I wanna tell you about me... my family... my past. I want you to know it all. I thought I could keep it so it doesn't ruin us, but I learned that nothing will ever work unless you meet the real me. And if you still want me to go to prison after that... I'd like to let you know that only you can make me. Because... I only listen to you. Not some fucking judge. P.S. The truth is for you and you alone. Tell a soul about this text and you'll never hear the real story from my lips.

“Only ever you.” “I know when you’re dripping for me. I know when your pussy is ready for me. And I know what you sound like when you’re about to come from my cock being inside you.” His teeth nipped at my jaw. “No one else will ever know these things about you—only me.”

“I see you did your homework.” I smiled brightly. “I’m a fan of your work!” “Eew.” His face crushed with disgust. “Don’t. Don’t smile like that. It’s revolting.” Instantly, I pulled into a dead expression. “Yes, Sir!” “So that’s all you knew about me?” His eyes narrowed suspiciously. I mimicked his expression. “What else should I know about you?” He looked as though I had just called him an idiot, so I immediately added in a timid voice, “I know everything about you that’s on the internet—that’s all! I swear!”

17th July --- “Ding dong I know you can hear me Open up the door I only want to play a little” A young girl was busy crouching on the ground as she taps the soil with a shovel three times in those three mounds of dirt that appears like Mountains of dirt and sands. She made sure it was the exact same size because, for her, everything should be organized and perfect.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝...

I looked like a total mess. Micheal eyed me up and down, “I am fully aware that you look like a stray dog right now but don’t worry, a stylist is waiting for you at home, hopeful he turn you into something less of an eyesore before she arrives,” I winced at the way he talked about my appearance and I wanted too badly to disappear and never see him again. He shoved some papers into my hands. “What is this?” I asked, looking at him. “It contains everything you need to know about me, study them because my mom is going to ask questions,”

stepping Watch the time run shut up by the rules No cracking feeling All about time Time brought me here Time to end this meeting, I don't hate, I'm not angry, I don't hold grudges Time, thank you Has left a mark I am thankful Aiys was engrossed in writing, after conveying some of Aiys feelings, repeated some materials to strengthen his preparations for tomorrow's war. The scratch paper in front of Aiys was filled with numbers and writing. Aiys is grateful to be able to do 30 questions tonight. Aiys rubbed her eyes, it felt like something had hit her. Aiys need sleep. When Aiys walked to the bed, Aiys looked at her cellphone. It turned out to be fully charged. I don't know why Aiys just want

Everyone must be afraid of death, there are only those who are ready whenever they will die. "Wait!" I suddenly spoke, while looking at Joshua. I admit defeat this time, and am a little annoyed that Joshua still doesn't put the thing down. As if waiting for the continuation of what I just said. “I—I don't know anything, why do you even want to do this to me?” Shit, this time I really bragged incorrectly.

I typed quickly, my fingers trembling slightly as I fired back a response. Me: What do you know about it? There was a brief pause, long enough to make my pulse quicken. Then, the reply flashed across the screen: Unknown: Everything. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I sat down slowly, feeling the weight of the word settle over me like a suffocating blanket. Everything? Whoever this was, they knew more than they should. And the fact that they were willing to tell me only fueled the fire burning inside me.