I Know Everything Novels & Stories

I do not reply. I already know.

Ten million freaking dollars. “What the actual hell...?” I whispered. “Now you don’t have to go back to that scrappy job ever again.” I spun around. Paimon stood behind me, casually peering at the screen over my shoulder. “How the hell do you know my PIN?” He shrugged. “Ever since you sold your soul to me, I’ve known everything about you.” Oh no. That meant he knew everything. Every embarrassing detail. Like the fact I’d never had a boyfriend. Or that I talked to houseplants. Or cried watching laundry detergent commercials.

I don't understand how he knows this or if he heard it from someone but his revelation is having an impact on me. “If I'm wrong then why are you being so defensive,” he said with a smirk. “You're out of your mind,” I said and shook my head. I have to deny as much as I can so that the idea drains out of his mind. “Look, I know everything. I'm not an idiot. I can see through you. You can deny it all you want but it doesn't change the fact that what I'm saying is nothing but the truth.” He said in confidence. His confidence dashed my zeal to succeed in confusing him.

“Have you broken the snow globe as yet? It can only do so much.” Puzzled with awe, I gaped at the mention of that and remained silent as my brows furrowed. How could she know the bulk of information that she was disbursing? Unless she was who she claimed to be. No. My heart and soul repudiated it. Not her. “I know everything.” She reiterated, injecting an extra dose of venom into that last word. “Everything.” Shaking my head, I recoiled, clenching my hands. The heat of my glare lingered on her. She winced under its subjection and defiantly stayed on my warpath.

“Everything’s fine.” ‎

“Why? Because I tell her about werewolves. About packs and rogues and all this supernatural stuff. And she thinks I’m on… how you say… drugs?” “High,” I say, absently. “She thinks you’re high.” “Si! Exact. High.” He grins again. “But I say to her, ‘No, amore, I am not high. I just know things.’” I laugh under my breath. “You do know things.” “I know everything,” he says proudly. “Like, for example, I know you don’t look so happy right now.” That pulls my gaze from the window. He glances at me, waiting.

"You’re going to tell me everything." --- Let me know if you’d like to continue further!

“I know” Continued……...

Tired of pretending the holidays didn’t take every insecurity I owned and amplify it by ten. The worst part was that I didn’t even know what I wanted anymore. Not really. Just that I needed space. Somewhere, I wasn’t being watched. Somewhere, I didn’t feel like a progress report. Somewhere I could exist without explanation. I reached for my phone again. I wasn’t planning anything dramatic. This wasn’t a breakdown. This was a browse. A harmless scroll. Completely reasonable behaviour. I opened a travel app. France appeared almost immediately, as if it had been waiting for me to admit something.

He simply decided to. And everyone already knows what I know..... Shit is about to go down.