More Than You Know Mga Nobela at Kwento

The clean page fills faster than the last one did. The problem isn’t that I don’t know what they want. The problem is that they keep wanting more, and every time I give it, they nod like that was obvious. Like I should’ve started there. Like the version I killed myself over last week was just a warm-up. My phone buzzes. I don’t look at it. A minute later, it buzzes again. This time I flip it face-up. A muted group chat. I scroll past without reading. Another notification slides in underneath.

“It’s true I’m not as rich as Mr. Sargent and don’t know much about luxury cars… but does he have to humiliate me like that? “And who knows—maybe some mistress sent that Bentley for him.” A sharp slap cracked through the air, and a red handprint bloomed across my left cheek.

“Few years back, I got a call from an anonymous number, saying they knew where you stayed and I had to come to the place they sent me. I knew it was dumb and unreasonable for me to go there. But, I was blinded. I just wanted to see you.” “Oh my God.” “Then the accident happened.”

'' she trembled as she pointed towards the TV at the girl currently on display on the screen. ''Oh my god! I embarrassed you girls."she murmured as she watched herself being carried out of the hall, all eyes on her. ''Mmm... you did, but that should be the least of your worries. At this moment, you should worry more about Darien Quinn. I'm sure he won't spare you. ''Oh heavens!'' Zee exclaimed petrified with worry. ''You wanted to be popular, didn't you?'' Mia taunted. ''c'mon, this isn't at all my idea of fame.'' Zee said, pacing about the room.

“Because I don’t want you to think you’re alone. What they did to you? The picture. The slush. That wasn’t about you. That was about them. Their need for drama. Their boredom.” Maya swallowed the lump forming in her throat. “Still feels like it’s about me.” “I know. It always does.” A knock on the door broke the moment. She stood quickly, heart thudding, and opened it. Kennedy, hoodie over her braids and a brown paper bag in hand, stood with a determined look on her face. “Tell me you haven’t died of self-pity yet,” she said, pushing past Maya before she could answer. Zane raised a brow. “You’re late.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Then tell me.” “No.”

“First, You don’t know who I am do you?” “Umm…”

"Know you're sounding like someone I had known!" ****" T b c

"You Should know why…" . .*

yes, I know patience, I know that word only too well ...do it I, thank you ... Bye