I Know Everything Novels & Stories

I could not give myself away so easily. “I do not know what you are talking about. You must be delusional.” I faked a smile and took a drink. Did he really know about it? “I know everything, my Lord and I can help you get her to yourself if you want me to.” I responded. “You really do know about it?” I questioned again, wanting to play safe. I could not allow him use me against myself. “Yes, my Lord. I know everything about it. I can help you get her to you and you can have her power.” He spoke again , quite confidently.

Everything, everything, everything. "I don't know anything," I say in a voice I want to be firm, I want to be assured, I want to be innocent, but which trembles, which cracks, which breaks, which says everything I don't want to say, everything I must not say, everything I cannot hide, everything I cannot deny, everything I cannot erase, everything that is written on my face, in my eyes, in my hands, in my body, in my soul, in everything I am, everything I was, everything I did, everything I wanted to do, everything I would have done if I could have, if they had let me, if they hadn't stopped me, if Élianor hadn't been there, if Élianor hadn't searched, if Élianor hadn't found, if Élianor had

"Point; But we are not stranger anymore, After whatever happened due to you still count yourself as a stranger, I know you better than anyone. I know all about you. Who you are? Where you were?" "How could you know everything about me; you can't"I exclaimed; does he really know everything about me and if yes how is that possible." "So you lost your parents, in an accident, you are living in your uncle's house. You like dancing, and playing volleyball, chocolates are your favourite, Watermelon and strawberries most relished fruit, and yeah you have a mole at your back towards the right." My mouth was left open who could he know all this, I was embrace who would tell him I like watermelon and

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.

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.

Alpha King said, "I will find a way." In response, I shouted at him, "But how can anyone believe I can think something like this?" Alpha King said, "All the evidence shows that you know everything beforehand." I was exasperated and asked, "It was intuition." Alpha King said, "Nobody believes that. Your power to link with anyone other than your pack nobody knows about that." I was so confused and furious that I didn't know how to talk.

He asked, and I acted as though I had forgotten. “Of course, I have forgotten everything. But I do remember that you are my gym instructor and this is the gym that I usually come to,” I said and winked at him. He looked at me in disbelief. “You know you can deceive every other person, but you can’t deceive me. How do you think I know everything and see everything?” He asked, lowering his voice to a whisper. It sent chills down my spine because he was really getting creepy. He did know everything, no jokes. And I’ve always wondered how he knew. He was probably just a very good gossip mate.

Great first day! "Why does everyone seem to know everything about my life except for me!! AND apparently I can't even be filled in and let inthe know until well after ya'll throw a whole bunch of nothing at me! How in the hell is that even fair!?!" I want to cry, but I refuse to allow it. She gets up and says "You're right!" "I AM right!"

He leaned back, slightly tensed at first but then he smirked "There is nothing about you that I don’t know." My heart dropped "What do you mean?" "I told you in the beginning. I know everything and all that you think you’re hiding from me. I know better." "So you’ve been stalking me?" He shrugged. "If stalking means knowing everything I should know, then yes—I have." His voice trailed off when he saw the shock on my face. "Wait, did you really think I was joking when I said I knew everything? Or that I asked you out to dinner because I wanted to get to know you?"