If You Could Questions Novels & Stories

asked Alex "Why should I hate you? You know what you do is very cool. If it were someone else, he would get angry and start a fight and it would be very annoying. But you don't do it and leave it alone. I think it's very cool to avoid fighting "said Cathy, smiling at him

"Eleanor left me with many questions, and sometimes a quiet space helps clarify one's thoughts." "Quiet spaces," Mrs. Patterson repeated, her voice carrying the kind of emphasis that suggested she'd found the phrase particularly significant. "Is that what you call those lights Tommy Morrison's been seeing? The ones that dance through your greenhouse windows like nothing natural?" The question struck at the heart of their greatest vulnerability. The supernatural plants' luminescence was impossible to hide completely, and apparently their attempts to screen the most obvious displays had been inadequate. In a town where the unusual was noticed and discussed, their botanical sanctuary had become

“Marrowgate.” He arched his brow in shock, “Marrowgate?” “I got in on a scholarship, okay? Not like I have the money to waste on the tuition there,” I muttered the last part. “So why are you here? Shouldn’t you be studying?” What the hell are all these questions? Was this what got the geezer off? Asking questions? Was he secretly wanking under the table? “Look, are we going to fuck or not?” I asked bluntly. He smirked.

He sighed, “Ohh Siri..” “Please Pai. Don’t ask me to do more…You know I can’t..I can’t, if it’s not you.”

"What?" ***

Could I? My fingers tightened around the phone. I didn’t know the answer. But maybe, just maybe, I could try.