If You Knew Him Novels & Stories

"The girl, is she the one you tell us about?" "Yes," "God, if you didn't tell me, I would never have known," She replied. I heaved a sigh.

How did he know me? Well, you have to hide yourself. As a well known man in most of the countries, it wouldn't be easy for them not to recognize me. “Take me to a motel. If you're not going then fuck off” I seethe. The man face fell at my outburst. Before he then proceed to drive away.

“And don’t give me the ‘he’s just my friend’ bullcrap. I’ve known you long enough to tell the difference.” Fuck! Did I just…get caught?

If I did told you, will you not go out and party like what you did last night? My body stiffened when I heard him said that. He knew? ”Surprised? I might not be home but I know your whereabouts.” He folded the new paper and he sat down on the chair to focus on his tab. While I stood there looking like a child being scolded. “Good for you then. At least one of us knows what’s happening.” I can’t help but to sound bitter. I know that he has connections, givn the fact that he knew people I met. I’m not surprised that he knew. His presence here is more surprising to me.

“You knew. How did you know there would be rogues running through the pack?” “Huh?” “You said you needed to see him right now. You had some kind of gut feeling. If we hadn’t been there, who knows how far they would have gotten or what their plans were. How did you know?”

“I’m not going anywhere either.” Something in my chest does something catastrophic. I look at my hands. “You don’t know that,” I say. “You don’t know what you don’t know.” “No,” he agrees. “But I know you.” He says it simply. “I don’t know how, or from what, or what it means yet. But I know you the way I know the fourth light switch. The way I know how you take your tea.” He pauses. “The way I know you’d rather bite your tongue than ask for help, and you’ll still get up at two in the morning for someone who needs it.”

He remembered me! I lurched back a step, my lips parting in shock. "So you admit it... How did you know me? Don't even lie to me that it's because I am also working here. As far as I know, we barely even cross paths." His smile widened. "You could have only known me because you found out that I was your nephew's mate," I stated earnestly. "For how long did you know?"

"Yeah, you don't know me, but I—uh—I think I know you." "You think?" I reply quickly, before I can stop myself. What does that even mean? You either know someone or you don't, right? I never knew there was a middle ground for something like that, but it's probably something new that I'm yet to discover. Cole's eyes fall between us, and his hair falls over his face in an adorable manner. He has really pretty hair. "Yeah, I've seen you before. Sometime back, and then on the internet, yup. That's how I know you."

that picture, the strong feeling that he may actually know me. "That's ridiculous. I've had breakfast at your house remember?" I took a moment to think about that morning and what we had. Was it just like this? I couldn't remember clearly but that had to be the perfect explanation. "Of course" "But what would you do if we actually knew each other?" He looked serious, eager for my answer. "I don't know. I'll just feel weird. And suspicious. Because all this time, you never mentioned anything about us knowing each other"

How can he see us struggling without asking for others help? “ I know everything from the past… “ He whispered that gives me goosebumps. He knew? He knew all along but he didn’t even confront me about it? Did all of them made me a fool? A laughing stock? How can they make me live without knowing a single truth about the past?!