I'm Nobody Who Are You Novels & Stories

“People will always think about what they want. You should care more about the people who know you.” I pressed my face against his shoulder, thinking of what he just said. "Can I ask you something?" "Anything." "Who am I? I mean it seriously. I don't know where I came from. Aside from being the supposed scam doctor that everyone believes." I exhaled. "You're Evangeline," he answered. "What matters are the people who know you for you." "Nicholas, that’s just more confusing."

I'm nothing, an immature, common girl from a middle-class family, struggling in her life. I'm nobody. And he will not fall for someone like me.

"You think you're so important now, but mark my words—nobody will listen to you. You are nobody." I clenched my fists, refusing to let her words shake my resolve, my nails digging into my palms like talons. "You're mistaken, Lady Asher," I said, my voice steady, though my heart seethed with anger. "I'm not just a nobody. I've fought for my place here, and I will continue to do so."

Oh, I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh yeah yeah I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh I'm not going to wait until you're done 'Cause you pretended you don't need anyone Can't you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) Oh, you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) I'm not going to try 'til you decide You're ready to swallow all your pride I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked) I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked)

I wasn't trash and I would never be a nobody. The only trash was the fool who gave up his future in the name of love. The only nobody was the barren madwoman with no legacy to her name than murderer. That would never be me.

Whenever someone said those words, nothing good followed. “I don’t want any more rumors or pity speeches,” I warned, backing up a step. “It’s not that,” Ivan said. “It’s about who you are.” My heart skipped a beat for a reason I couldn’t explain. “What do you mean who I am? I’m no one.” Ivan’s eyes held mine, steady and sure. “That’s not true. You are not who you think you are.” The wind fell silent. Even the distant school noise faded until my heartbeat was the only sound I heard.

“Hey, nice to meet you!“ his thick voice said. The Scorpion tatoo that ran over his face made him look like one of those action movie villians. Catherine was already angry enough and wanted to tell him with the kindest voice she could muster thar she wasn't interested in whatever he wanted to tell her. But surprisingly, he said: “I know you're Catherine.“ Her eyes widened in shock and she gasped, looking at the car behind him like she was sure some more scary-looking men were going to come out of it and drag her in with them. “W-who are you?“ She stammered, looking sideways to be sure they were other people around. “And how'd you know my name?“ “Let's just say… I'm Nobody,” he said. “My name

His handler is also concerned with me and what sort of physical threat I might pose. I take my finger off the intercom. A woman's voice answers. "Yes, who is it?" "Mrs Zelenyy?" "Yes." "I'm sorry, but your gardener said you weren't home.” He was mistaken. My name is Quintus Noone. Would it be possible to have a few moments of your time?" "What is this about?" "It concerns two of your late husband's friends. Robbie Chase and Igor Akinfeev." "What about them?" "Do you read the newspapers?"

"Hello, Everly. I'm Jax Ryder. Your fiancé." A wave of incredulous gasps rippled through the crowd. "Did I hear that right? He's claiming to be Miss Everly's fiancé?" "Don't be ridiculous! The Ryder heir is famously mysterious. There isn't a single picture of him anywhere! And this guy, dressed in those shabby clothes, dares to claim he's Jax Ryder?" "Yeah, he must be some clueless fraud! If he were really Jax Ryder, why would he show up here alone?"

She stopped in front of me. Who are you?“ “Nobody.“ I told her. She looked at me closely, as if she were a doctor trying to figure out what was wrong with me. “Well, what's nobody doing here?“ Clever. “Admiring the flowers?“ It came out as a question, and she shook her head. She scoffed. “Who are you?“ She asked again. Didn't her mother teach her not to talk to strangers? I sighed. “Will you leave me alone if I tell you?“