If You Could See Me Now The Script Novels & Stories

Oh my word, I Let him in. I let him see me..... "Now you see me." I murmur into his chest, before dozing off to nothingness.

“Mark! No mistakes this time. Go over your lines again.” Mr. Quinn ordered “Yes sir.” he replied “Amanda, are you ready?” Mr. Quinn asked “Yes I am,” she replied “Very good then, let’s begin.” FERDINAND Oh most dear mistress, The sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do MIRANDA If you’ll sit down, I’ll bear your logs the while. Pray give me that; I’ll carry it to the pile.

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

He wondered as he clutched onto his stomach which didn't stop making annoying noises. Guess, as a ghost he still had tastes. The bus stop!. It clicked. He had seen something like that on his way here. Maybe he could use it. Since no one could see him, he knew he could use anywhere but still he had tastes. Holding onto his butt, he ran out of the shop.

Deep inside of me, something kept hammering that it was murder! As if he knew the thoughts that coursed through my mind, I heard him say. “There is even footage that shows how she fell on her own. I don’t know if you would want to see something as grotesque as that…….” As soon as he uttered those words, I pushed him off me slowly, staring right into his eyes while raising a brow. “There is a footage?” Jones bobbed his head, gripping me by the shoulder gently. “But you don’t have to see that now. You need to go over the script, practice your lines……” His words trailed as he slipped his fingers through my hair before I slapped his hands off.

Was I ready to see it? "Come on. I do not have time," he said impatiently. He started scrolling through his phone. Then he clicked on something and turned the screen toward me. It was a video. In the video, my Luna was on her knees in front of Graham. I could see clearly what else was happening. I just kept watching in silence as my veins throbbed like they were about to burst. "That is enough. I cannot see this. I cannot see this," I began to say, my breaths deep and heavy as they left my mouth.

My fingers trembled so violently I could barely swipe the screen. Another message. This time, not words. A video. I pressed play, my breath catching. The screen flickered, grainy footage bleeding through. At first all I saw were shadows, shapes. Then clarity sharpened. Me. Sitting on the couch. My hand on my stomach. The same couch. The same shirt I was wearing now. The footage was from tonight. My mouth went dry. But the voice that followed made my blood freeze. “I’ll take her when you least expect it.”

he nudged, pointing to my script I whispered, “Then plainly know… my heart is yours, and all my vows are true.” He didn’t speak. I could feel his breath on my skin. His thigh pressed under mine. His hand, warm on my back. Everything stilled. And for one horrible, disorienting second, I forget everything. I felt… seen. And I hated that. My eyes flew open. And his were already on me. Too close. He didn’t blink. Just looked. Not like someone who liked what they saw, but someone who couldn’t figure it out. “That was great.” he said, his hands still around my waist, holding me in place . “Now whenever you say your lines, picture yourself there in the scene and say those lines as though you were a

Grace Gathering my courage, I turn on my heels. Everyone’s eyes seem to be glued to the screen in the distance. I follow their line of sight and the world indeed stops and my knees weaken. On the screen, the slideshow of several pictures plays. It’s me and a man I can recognize. We are sitting in a dimly lit room, too close. I gasp and stumble back a few steps.

I'm not in your room. Oh no. He could see me. Me: Tell me where you are! Stalker: You want to see me that bad? Well, Sunshine, your wish is my command. Just look out the window. I parted the blinds for the second time tonight. But this time I dreaded it more than the first.