John Doe Unordinary Novels & Stories

This whole “me sleeping with Keegan shit is ridiculous. I mean seriously, Yeah Keegan is cute. I guess, with his jet black hair, blue eye, and with being well over six foot makes it nice for someone like me that barely makes the five-foot cut, and with his broad shoulders and from what I hear his washboard abs are a sight to see. But I mean, come on, does his self-absorbed personality make all that worth it? I think not. No thank you. As I sit here with Hannah eating our lunch, minding our own business, and out of nowhere I feel this ice-cold liquid fall all over the top of my head and down my back. When I look up to see what happened I notice Jasmine standing there with an empty soda cup an

it was so strange. “Have you woken up?” Jonald asked, letting out a quiet laugh as he walked in. “I guess.. who are you?” Dora asked confused. “My name is Jonald Donquite,” Jonald introduced himself. “Jonald Donquite? Sorry, I don’t seem that to know who you are. Did you saved me from something?” Dora asked as she rubbed at her aching head. She kept feeling like there was something in particular that she could not remember.

“I think I’m learning that ordinary can be extraordinary if you choose to see it that way.” Jordan pressed a kiss to her hair, feeling a rare and profound contentment. “Then let’s keep choosing it. Every day. Together.” And in that quiet, unremarkable evening, Jordan realized that the strength in normal wasn’t about avoiding chaos—it was about creating a world worth staying for, a world where love and trust were the true victories.

“You’re insane.” Joe chuckled. “That is what people say when they are afraid of the truth.” He opened the book and flipped through the pages slowly. Symbols filled the paper. Drawings. Notes written in a language I did not understand. “You think you are ordinary,” he continued. “That you were born, lived a normal life, and somehow ended up in the middle of powerful people by accident.” “I didn’t ask for any of this,” I snapped. “I know,” he said calmly. “That is what makes you perfect.”

“Do you have a moment to talk?” “Oh, shit,” I muttered under my breath and kept walking. My heels clicked against the pavement, each step faster than the last. “Come on, Miss Carter,” she called after me, her voice rising. “We can help you. We have a narrative for you—a way to change how the world sees you.” I almost laughed. Change how the world sees me? The world didn’t even know me. They only knew the mess. The headlines. The gossip. “I’m not interested,” I said without looking at her.

Wait, I think I'm going to throw up ughh. I was about to stand up and I looked at myself and I have no clothes on. Literally nothing, not even my shorts, completely naked! Well, I do have fine lines, not stretch marks I don't have those. I looked on the other side to find my clothes and it was there.... right on top of someone. That someone is right beside me and it's a GUY! His back was facing me and why does he have no shirt on? Does he have no shorts on? Wait let me.... No no no Dianna stay away, don't look. Just take the clothes hurry and go.

Locating the nearest bathroom, she walked in and locked the door, sighing of relief as she sat by the edge of the tub and pulled out her smartphone. She browsed up the latest photos she had taken, skimming through the rather lengthy album and noting the numerous moments she had captured digitally. She smiled fondly at her screen, laughing at some insane moments and cooing to a few, and at some point, her fingers had slowly begun to grow tired from scrolling back and forth. Five minutes passed, and a few more did but she just couldn't stop, however, when she clicked open an unnamed folder, her eyes widened. Staring at her with the most elusive eyes and the cockiest smirk she had ever seen was

in bliss. They looked at the crew's index finger, pointing something at the floor. As soon as Kevin and Troy saw it, their eyes opened wide, and their jaws dropped. Meanwhile, Therese and Senna, whose on the couch, stood up unaware, and their mouth was also wide open. Maye and Ethan also looked at the floor and were confused. Without knowing why, Maye naively asked, not moving her body, "Why? Did I step on poop?" "It isn't pooped; you stepped on fate," Senna replied, not looking away from Senna's foot, beside Ethan's left foot.

That surprised me, could it be that the doctor know something about Dylan and I? Dylan's jaw clenched, but he said nothing. He turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Eleanor and Albert who quietly left the room. The doctor turned to Adam. "I'm sorry sir, you have to leave too," he said. Adam nodded, and wheeled himself out of the room. I woke up in the middle of the night, I needed to use the restroom. I stumbled out of the room and into the dimly lit hallway. It was eerily quiet, and i could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I instantly regretted the fast speed when dizziness settled in along with slight nausea, but what I saw instantly killed both sicknesses. My breath felt like it got knocked out of my throat as I stared at the most handsome man I had ever seen. He had brunette, short hair styled in a messy hairdo. His eyelashes were so long and curved that they accentuated his high cheek bones and his brought attention to sapphire blue eyes. His slightly bushy eyebrows were enviable. He had on a white fitted short sleeved top, a pair of black skinny jeans and black and white sneakers. His top graciously outlined his toned physique and left no muscle untouched. He was not buff but he was quite muscular. "Yes,