Ill Never Tell Novels & Stories

Illyana looks confused, if not, heartbroken. That’s when Ari stops and looks at me, “She doesn’t know what she is? Tell me you didn’t keep this from her!” “I didn’t. None of us knew!” I was blatantly honest. What else was I supposed to say at that moment? Oops? “How did you NOT know?! Her scent makes it obvious!”

There was a secret Ilya kept, a truth he refused to share with me. I could see it in the depths of his eyes, a hint of mystery that left me wanting more. Finally, Ilya broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "This morning, I overheard your dad talking to someone on the phone," he said, his eyes drifting away from mine as he let out a soft breath. "They've found a family for me. I'll be leaving soon." The words hung in the air like a challenge, a harsh reality that I couldn't bear to face.

“At least till I tell you, and I don’t want to.” “You’re so fucking stubborn, just tell me... please,” I beg. “No.” “Are you fine with not speaking to me?” “Of course I’m not fine, but it’s better than telling you.” “Tell me,” I say, yanking his arm. Luke sighs heavily. “If I tell you, do you promise not to overreact?” He asks. “I promise.” “You promise you won’t judge me for it?” I frown. *What am I getting myself involved in?*

I wish he would just get on with it and talk to me about whatever he needs to talk to me about. “So Ivan, what is coming? I can feel that something is going to happen.” “Lilly, I don't know what you're talking about.” “Ivan, don't lie to me. There is something bad coming, real bad. We need to prepare.” “Lilly, I'm not lying to you. There isn't anything I'm not telling you.”

“Then tell her something. She deserves to know something, at least because making excuses, or in my case pretending not to know, isn’t getting us anywhere.” “I can’t just make something up. I don’t like lying to Jillie.” “Well, neither do I, Jarren, but news flash, we lie to her every day about who we are. Please just come up with something because I hate seeing that defeated look on her face when she doesn’t know something.” “Alright. Goodnight, Alyx.” “Night.”

I inhale and say, “Also, we should probably talk about what we’re going to tell them about what we learned.” Riven nods. “We’ll tell them that we traveled to the next town, and that I found more information. They might not believe you or Killi right away.” “You would do that?” His smile is sincere as he says, “Of course.” My chest is heavy, but I feel like I’ll regret it if I don’t take this chance. I lean forward and press my lips against his. I wait for the feeling of him pressing his palms against my shoulders, shoving me off of him.

Noticing Valarie's disapproving look, Nyla explained, "I thought you were going through a rough time, and I didn't want to add to your stress. Since I'm fine, I didn't tell you." Valarie glared at her. "How could you keep something like this from me? If I didn't know someone working at the police station, I might still be in the dark!" "I'm sorry. I should have told you. I promise I won't hide anything like this again." "Is there going to be a next time?" Valarie asked. "No, I mean I'll inform you of any major issues immediately in the future," Nyla clarified. Valarie gave a reluctant huff at Nyla's sincere expression. "That's better. But are you really okay?"

Ethan asked, looking concerned. Illebaye shrugged. "Nothing." "What?" Ethan exclaimed, surprised. "You're not going to do anything?" Illebaye nodded. "That's right, son. If we don't do anything, they will get tired and the news will die down. So, we will do nothing." Ethan looked puzzled. "But, Mom, won't that just let them win? Won't it just let them keep spreading lies about you?" Illebaye smiled. "No, son. It's not about winning or losing. It's about not giving them the attention they're seeking. If we react, it will only fuel the fire. But if we do nothing, it will eventually blow over."