Never Saw Me Coming Novels & Stories

Tears burned at the back of my eyes as I whispered, “Something’s coming.” Adrian’s grip on me tightened. “What do you mean? Did you see what we just saw?” I let out a shaky breath, pressing my forehead against his chest. “I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just—I saw something. I felt something.” His fingers ran through my hair, soothing, grounding. “You’re safe,” he murmured. “Whatever it is, I won’t let it touch you.” A bitter, broken laugh escaped me. “You don’t understand, Adrian. I think it’s coming for me.”

We won't hurt you unless you act suspicious. My heart was racing, but I stood tall, still fixing my eyes on the darkness. I could feel eyes on us, watching us, waiting for their moment to strike. 'Come out!' I repeated, my voice sounding steady this time. 'We can see you. We know you're there.''

I REALLY SEE HIM A night later, I was finally able to breathe without feeling like the room was tilting. My head was clearer, my heartbeat calmer… yet Daniel never came back. Not a text. Not a call. Not even a shadow passing by the doorway. It almost didn’t hurt anymore. Almost.

Because now— he knows. I’m not gone. Not completely. But neither of us sees it coming— when the man beside me moves. Fast. Too fast. Straight for me. And this time— he’s not trying to stop me. He’s trying to finish me.

To watch me die, the asshole. And just like that, I couldn’t hear anything or see anything, and slips off. If there was blood, I had no idea because I didn’t even see any of that. The way I’d thought if it wasn’t how it had happened. And it was something I never wanted to experience ever again.

“Okay. That’s not creepy at all.” I stared at her. “How do you know me?” She turned her face toward me. “Because I saw you coming.” Grimm’s brow furrowed. “Your eyes are sewn shut.”

They appeared briefly, like a chorus of whispers in my mind, then vanished as suddenly as they’d come. My eyes snapped open. I stared at Emory, wide-eyed, heart pounding in my chest. “I… I know,” I said, voice trembling, trembling with shock. “I know who it is… I saw it. I saw him.” Emory’s eyes searched mine, waiting. “I could hear your thoughts,” I whispered, voice shaky. “Do you really think—?” He nodded, unwavering. “Yes. I’m sure.” My mind was racing—confused, overwhelmed, yet somehow certain. The truth hovered just beyond my grasp, yet I could feel it, deep within.

I didn’t want to look up to see who was coming though my blurry vision, but I did. It was Neil. Fear, gratitude and a deep sense of trepidation filled me. How was he so powerful?

No one is coming after me. I slow once I realize that. No one is coming after me. No enemy is coming after me. No one who cares about me is coming after me either. The ones I love don’t want to see if I’m okay. Whatever I did must have been so horrifying that no one dares come near me. No one wants me near them. I am completely alone in a way that I've never been before. And I don't know what to do now. But I do know that I’m on my own.

Because luck had nothing to do with it. The vision had shown me everything. Every detail. Every second. And for the first time, I wasn't seeing possibilities. I was seeing certainty. The realization unsettled me more than the near accident. I looked up. Across the street. A man stood near a newspaper stand. Baseball cap. Dark jacket. Ordinary. Forgettable. Except he wasn't watching the crash. He was watching me. The moment our eyes met, he turned away. Walked off. Fast. A chill slid down my spine.