If Only I Could Tell You Novels & Stories

The only thing I could think, the only thing I could trust enough to believe, was this: If I was crazy, it felt a lot better than being alone. * * *

I cried for how foolish I was—still holding out hope for someone who had already shown me the ending. I cried because, deep down, I had known the truth all along. That night, I packed every last one of my belongings. The divorce paperwork hadn't come through yet. But I was exhausted. Completely and utterly drained. Before bed, I emptied the bottle of soybeans and soaked them overnight. The next morning, as I ate the mushy beans, a message from Quentin arrived. He had someone tell me the baby's locket was ready. I could pick it up at the hospital.

Maybe I just need to wait some seconds. She untucked the blanket, peeling it off my body. I tried to move my hand but it didn’t budge. “What is happening Drake?... talk to me” She probes as I try to get the words out of my mouth. I didn’t want to believe it. It was working today. My hands still moved today. I just know it. “I…” I trail off, blinking rapidly to get still get my head wrapped around all of this. “Drake you gotta tell me what is going on, or I can’t help you. Just tell me” She probes again and I sigh.

After a moment of comfortable silence, I spoke up. “Tell me something about you that I don't know,” “There’s a lot you don’t know, but here is one you should know; The label ‘Mad Alpha’ is closer to the truth than any other rumor you’ve heard about me.”

She stated as she spotted a little sadness in her eyes. I wish I can tell you the truth. "You don't need to be sorry" "Here,eat this food before sleeping"Mrs Diane placed the tray containing toast bread and a glass of milk. Pinky's expression changed. She felt the urge to cry but she has to control herself. "When will I have the courage to tell my mom the secret behind her husband's death. She stated in her mind. The family she adores so much are the reason behind her problem. Mrs Diane observed her expression"You don't like it"

He picked up his phone and typed one final blog post. *“The first time I told the truth, I was afraid no one would listen. The second time, I was afraid I’d lose everyone. But the third time… I told it for myself. And that made all the difference.”*

“I know for a fact that nothing can stop you if you put your mind to it.” “Thanks. I just hope this is not a trap or we’re in deep trouble.”

Kendrick could feel the vinegar practically boiling in his veins. Anna, please don’t tell me you’re actually sympathizing with him? A cheesy poem and one sentimental message, and you're touched? Moved? If that’s all it takes, then I’ll write you one too! Hell, I’ll make it original—I don’t need to copy anyone. > “If you were a fish, I’d be the fisherman. > You don’t bite the bait, > I don’t go home!” And while we’re on birthdays—mine’s coming up soon. You gonna give me *my* “best birthday ever”?

I know you" "Lua please don't make me ruin the surprise. Can I just give you a hint? please ? Ever since I met you I've been planning this. Please don't make me tell you. It won't be romantic at all if you make me spill the beans" " I don't want just a hint. I want the truth. You're stressing me out and thats not good for the baby."

Grace I plopped down on my bed after kicking off my heels. I groaned, staring at the ceiling. Why can't things go my way for once? Another day wasted. If I don't pay tomorrow, then I won't have a place to live! God please help me! I beg you! I got up and changed out of the dress. My stomach growled, making me glare at it. Moving towards my kitchen, I grabbed an instant noodles packet from the cabinet and started boiling it. After having my so-called dinner, I succumbed to sleep.