Knew Better Part 2 Novels & Stories

I have an ability that I can't tell anyone about—whenever I'm intimate with my girlfriend, I can see what she was doing exactly one hour earlier. In the past, what I see is her secretly buying sexy lingerie to surprise me; or her carefully following a recipe to cook my favorite dishes; or her nervously standing in front of a mirror, checking her makeup and dress over and over as she nervously prepares to propose to me. For seven years, everything she does in that one hour is always about me. Until three days before our wedding. The moment she kisses me, a vision suddenly flashes before my eyes. In a dimly lit lounge, she has my best friend, Tyler Reed, pinned against the door. He turn

You think you're entitled to everything because of your oh-so-great bloodline? "However, there's one thing you'll never get your hands on." Iris looked lost. "And what's that?" I stood tall, my voice ringing out. "A do-over. There's no magic pill for regret in this world." I raised my voice just a notch. "Pretty soon, Damon and I will tie the knot, and you're totally invited to the bonding ceremony." Iris looked like he had more to say, but I did not want to hear it. I wriggled free and slammed the door shut.

“I didn’t say that. I said I tolerate it.” She dramatically placed a hand on her chest. “You wound me, Mr. Davenport.” I laughed louder this time, tapping the wheel in rhythm. “You know what? Let me save you.” I clicked the skip button. The next song started—something slower, softer. “Best Part” by Daniel Caesar and H.E.R. Lena melted instantly. “Ohh. Okay. You win.” “Fewer lyrics to butcher,” I teased. She turned to me, faux-offended. “Rude. But true.”

You've been acting like a couch potato ever since that dude---'' ''--Jason'' ''--Still calling him a dude. Matter fact, asshole sounds better.'' ''Bre.'' ''What?!'' She shrieked. ''I'm serious if he cared he would've done something about it, possibly own up to his shit and explained what happened.'' ''Well, he doesn't care so... yeah. Can we watch something else?'' We both looked back at the tv as it displays Big Mouth on Netflix. Talking pubes, talking pillow, teenage kids and their hormones, it's quite hilarious but very disturbing at the same time.

He barely looked up. “Tiara’s chaos,” At the end of the table, their younger brother Kai was slouched in a hoodie and joggers, eating ice cream straight from the container. His shoulder-length hair hung just over his eyes. He barely looked up. “But Tara... is like a software update that finally gets the whole system running again without crashing. Clean. Stable. Doesn’t explode.” Audre let out a soft laugh. “Wow. That might be the highest compliment you ever given.” But I didn’t laugh. I set my spoon down.

He stammered, unable to form a single coherent sentence. I didn't need his excuses. I hadn't come to Arevia to hear his explanation. I came to witness the truth with my own eyes and kill the love I'd held on to for so many years. Now that I had seen it all for myself, there was no point in holding onto false hope. In truth, I didn't even need to come here and deal myself that extra blow. Before I boarded the plane, my best friend in Arevia had sent me a large file detailing everything. There was information on Chester's mistress, hospital records, and proof of their relationship.

I liked my routines because they were mine. And yet, somehow, none of that ever seemed to count. Inside the house, another burst of laughter erupted, louder this time, infectious. It sounded like it belonged to another version of me. A parallel-universe Ellie who had followed the script more closely. The one who had brought someone home, who fit neatly into the glowing windows and shared jokes and collective warmth. I wondered what she was like. Happier? Or just better at playing the part? I pulled my phone from my pocket, more out of reflex than intention, and checked the screen. Nothing. No new messages. No missed calls. No notifications trying to pull me back into anyone else’s orbit.

I leaned my head slightly against Archer's shoulder and said, "I trust you. Let's spend the rest of our lives together as happily as possible." Curtis went back home, feeling lost and miserable. The iron door creaked loudly behind him. Brenda was crouched over on the ground, sorting through the food and supplies they had. She got to her feet when she heard the noise behind her. Her hair was still dripping with sweat as she smiled gently at Curtis and welcomed him home. "Curt! It's been a windy day outside the base, hasn't it? I made some cream of mushroom soup—" Curtis suddenly grabbed her hard by the shoulders, his knuckles turning white.

Zendaya: before you leave, you mind if we're to vibe one more time to a very nice song of mine. Stella: yeah, I would love to. So which song is that going to be? Zendaya connects her phone to a Bluetooth speaker and plays Better by Khalid, and they actually start having a sing along karaoke: Stella: I would love to but I don't actually know the lyrics Zendaya: say less, with G****e you should know that, it only gets easier. Love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are (Love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are)

The ape looked at the lizard that was moving around a lot when talking, he ignored the motion of it, and he focused on its words. He then said, “I think so. The enemy that we were facing all along, those two buffed guys, were more than what we were thinking of we could handle. Then when the new two came, we arose to the conclusion that maybe there are weaker people than the original two, far weaker than them. But we know that the original two could not have returned since we clearly made them escape out and no one can come back after going out once. So, either we underestimated the power level of the other people…or” Others looked at the ape in anticipation, most of them already able to gues