Novelas y relatos de Newbie

she asks offering her hand for me to shake “You are correct” I say shaking her hand and frowning a little at Leanna who tries to step closer to inspect the woman in front of me. “I’m Nova, I am brand new and I have to register and I wont lie, I’ve been a little sheltered until now, so this is a lot!” I offer a small laugh in an attempt to hide that I may have just overshared with a stranger. But something about the short, slim girl with curly hair in front of me makes me feel comfortable.

Once I crossed it, there was no going back. But they had already crossed theirs. I sat down on the edge of the vanity and powered on the anonymous phone. The screen lit up quietly, innocent looking, like it had no idea what it was about to be used for. I created a new account from scratch. No name. No picture. No traceable detail. Just another faceless voice in the noise of the internet. I started slowly. Nothing dramatic. Nothing that would raise suspicion too quickly. I posted vague questions first. Ones that looked curious, not malicious. Questions that planted doubt.

After landing at the airport, I pushed my suitcase toward the exit. A tall, charming-looking young man was standing at the pickup area, holding a sign with my name. His smile was bright and genuine. “Miss Griffin, I’m here to pick you up. The company sent me. My name’s Liam Conroy. I’m just an intern.” He quickly took my suitcase from me, glancing at me with curiosity. “Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so young! I thought tech experts were usually older.”

Except this time… it opened to a blank screen. Then displayed a phrase. > WELCOME, NULL.GATE. His heart stopped. He hadn’t typed that. He hadn’t logged in. And yet… The screen showed one more message: > YOU ARE A NEW BRANCH. PREPARE THE OTHERS.

Beep, beep, beep... Riley hit the snooze button on her phone. Five minutes later, the same annoying alarm sounded, and this time, she didn't ignore it. It was 6 A.M. and she knew she needed to shower and get ready for her breakfast date with Ethan. As she got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, she heard her phone vibrate, so she ran over and grabbed it to see, "Good morning, beautiful. Meet me at the diner in town for 8?". She beamed and replied with a "heart emoji, see you then," text right back. She placed her phone back down and grabbed her towel, heading for the shower.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm not. I just don't want you to feel disgusted by me." Jake was speechless, as if a thought had suddenly crossed his mind. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've never gotten an abortion before," I added. Jake was completely flabbergasted. His face paled as he mustered meekly, "I..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and reminded him, "Return this to me after signing it. Don't make me wait too long."

I feel shy and embarrassed all of a sudden since this is my first time being intimate with a man at twenty-three. He could sense my sudden change in character he tilted my head up to face him, “Hey baby what’s wrong?” “Did you like it? Erm I mean this is my first time being intimate with a man and is no other man but you who’s so handsome and sophisticated that I am feeling a little embarrassed. You have been with lots of women who have experience in this field and I have zero experience. I am sorry if you’re disappointed in me. I am new to all this and I don’t know Damien.”

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Completely butt naked. The realisation is crippling, I slide down the door until my ass hits the floor, and my knees pull to my chest. “You strike again Tuesday curse,” I hiss. Tuesday is my least favourite day of the week, ever since my hamster died sixteen years ago, my Tuesdays have been shitty and turns out I’m not safe indoors either. I can hear Caleb’s voice, yelling at someone in Italian over the phone. Probably Mia, I’ve picked up a few words over the years from Mia’s rants, and I for sure hear him say how bothersome it is, and how pissed off he is getting.

he said, and it wasn't a question. "I'm trying to be good at this," I said. "You don't have to be good at this," Eli said. "You have to be present. You have to let yourself want things without calculating whether you're doing it right." "I don't know how to do that," I said. "Yes, you do," Eli said. "You've been learning how for months. You're just reverting to control because vulnerability got intense." He was right. Again. He was always right about this.