I Want To Know Her Novels & Stories

Just then, her phone rang, and the caller was Matthew. Her heart skipped a beat, and she spoke with reddened eyes. "Alright! You all want to know who my marriage partner is, right? He is calling now, and I'll tell you who he is." With that, she turned her phone over and showed the screen to everyone. In an instant, nearly everyone in the villa gathered around her. But three seconds later, everyone burst out laughing. "Ms. Presley, aren't you going to show us your marriage partner? Why is your phone screen black?"

Because I'm not easy. “Who the hell are you? Why the fuck are you here?” I asked her, keeping my tone aggressive and dominant. “First, let– me speak.” She managed to say it somehow. I released my hand from her neck and stepped back but I kept my face serious. “Well–” she began. “You want an explanation, right?” My mother was just standing beside the door, she walked towards us. “I'll give you.” “Mom, is she here because of you?” I asked her, totally being confused.

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.

Instantly I knew who she was. Ivory. She is so beautiful. No wonder why Haden loves her. I felt inferior by just looking at her. I greeted them at the door. I was trying to make sense of the situation. What was she doing here? "Hi, I'm Aubrey," I introduced myself, while ignoring Haden's glare. "Hello, I'm Ivory," She seems nice. If only we weren't in this situation then I wouldn't have to feel insecure. "You're Haden's wife aren't you?" She questioned with a polite smile and Haden clenched his fists.

Do I really want to spend the rest of my life with her? What do I know about her apart from the fact that she has beautiful brown hair and eyes the same color of coffee beans, that her skin glows in the dark and that she smells like rose flowers whether she takes her bath or not. Or that she hates flashy colors but still went out of her way wear a shiny blue gown and follow me all the way out here to find out where I spend my day even though she acts like she doesn’t give a shit when I arrive at home.

“I will know everything about you. I will feel your every need. I will know all your desires. I will know when you need me.” She loosely ties her hair back and closes her eyes. “Claim me then.”

How did she know all that information? “I know you will be shocked right now. You shouldn't be, my darling. Like I said we have the same interests and we can achieve it together. There's a lot you need to know, you're in the dark,” it continues. I stood up, frozen and more uncertain than ever. What the heck is this person talking about? How's our interest common? How? How on earth did she know our interest is the same?! I took a quick breath as my gaze remained glued on the screen of the phone and my hands trembled. “Let's meet at the Homecoming Restaurant at 11am and you will never regret it. See you there!”

I want her to come to me by herself, i want her to want me, to need me, i want her to be mine willingly not by force or coersion and i know exactly how to achieve my goal "Hi, baby" She inhales and exhales as if preparing to say something. "Pierce"?. Fuck, there's somehting about the way she just said my name, so sexy and arousing. "Yes baby. Tell me anything, tell me whatever you want to tell me and I'll listen to you even if it's for the rest of our lives". "What exactly are you? Who are you"? She really wants to know huh...then I'll let her know.

I knew one thing for certain: I couldn’t keep hiding. Not from her. Not from myself. I want her. I need her. And someday…she’s going to know.

She whispered, her voice breaking as I brought my hand down her neck to that fool’s mark. “I want you to be mine,” I whispered, my lips against her earlobes. I love the way she smells. Vanilla. Flowers. “But of course only if you want me” I stepped away from her and she sighed, holding her chest. “Who are you? You just can’t—“ “If you are wondering who I am, why didn’t you get to know me first?” I asked, grabbing my glass of whiskey as she frowned. “Know you? Why would I want to know someone whose—“