Not Everything Is As It Seems Novels & Stories

I ask my voice coming out unsure. “Endurance” she looks at me like she’s expecting more questions. “Any other questions?” she asks me. “What was that dodging scheme for, I mean if you weren’t gonna let me a space to dodge, then why would you give me false hope?” “Where’s the fun in going straight to the point?” “I just want you to learn that Part of endurance, and also know that in the world of the supernatural, everything is not what it seems, I don’t know, just pick up pieces”

@SUHA POV@ Everything seems to be like a dream but this is not a dream this is real iam living with my prince everyone is happy once again but only thing iam suspicious is prince is lying the reason behind our break up I need to find it but how can I find it I think so deeksha is behind all these when I go back from the trip first thing I need to find out is the truth behind our break up

“You actually had me maybe, kind of believing you for a minute but then you took it too far.” “Believe me, for I am completely serious,” Andras says to me, looking into my eyes with nothing but seriousness. “I- I-” I scoot away. “How is that possible?” “There is more to anything than just meet the eye. For example, a book. When you first look at it, all you see is a cover and the outside of pages. When you open it up, there are people inside. Places, adventure. Whole other worlds that you could never have imagined in there. Our world is the same. You look at something, seeing only the cover. But when you dive in, you find that there is so much more to it.”

Someone who had never seemed dishonest. "Elena " the person said softly. "We need to talk." Elena felt a chill run down her spine. The persons voice was warm and friendly. It made her feel uneasy. "What do you want to talk about?" Elena asked. "Is it something I already know?" The person raised their hands. They said, "I promise I am not your enemy. Things are not what they seem. There are people who seem loyal. They are actually hiding intentions." Elenas mind was racing. "You mean someone close to me is not what they seem?" she asked.

Whether it was preparing meals, tending to my responsibilities at work, or indulging in moments of self-care, the days unfolded seamlessly, like the pages of a well-written story. Yet, despite the apparent ease of it all, a small voice within me whispered doubts and questions. It seemed almost too good to be true, as if the universe was playing a gentle trick on my senses. Was everything truly okay? Were there underlying challenges waiting to surface and disrupt this delicate balance? I found myself caught in a dance between faith and skepticism, my mind swirling with thoughts and overthinking every aspect of my life. I questioned the stability of my newfound happiness, as if waiting for the

The kind that said I’m not offended, please don’t feel awkward, everything is fine, I promise I’m not crying inside. But maybe I was… “I don’t know,” I said lightly. “When I meet the right person, I suppose.” Polite. Acceptable. Non-confrontational. My aunt nodded, satisfied, but only temporarily. These questions were never one-and-done. They came in layers, like an onion of judgment. “Well,” she added, “you’re not getting any younger, love.” Ah. There it was. The follow-up punch.

He muttered. "Uhm... Work...yeah work, I got a new job, the pay is really nice," Kim stuttered. Kim couldn't help but applaud herself inwardly for making up such convincing lie in a second. "A new job?" Josh muttered staring intently at her. "Kim, if I find out that you involved yourself in any shady business and you are lying to me, I'm really going to be mad at you, for real," "I'm not lying Josh, why would I?"

“I hate pretending everything’s fine when we’re falling apart inside.” Leo reached for her hand. “We’re not falling apart. We’re surviving.” “But it feels like drowning.” He looked away. “That’s the price of the game.” For weeks, they moved through rooms filled with cameras and lies. Smiles painted on, laughter rehearsed. Behind the curtains, silence grew like mold. Then one morning, everything exploded. Maya woke up to her phone buzzing nonstop. Notifications stacked like wildfire. Headlines screamed across every feed. She clicked one, her heart pounding.

The days slipped past like smoke through my fingers, heavy with the weight of secrets. On the surface, everything looked deceptively calm—me showing up at the gallery, Lucas visiting for dinner with his easy smiles, Adrian running his empire with that controlled precision. But beneath it all, the current was shifting, restless, impossible to ignore.

Louisa stared at me as if she'd just heard the world's greatest joke, then let out a hysterical scream. "No way. You're all being fooled!" She jabbed a finger at me and shouted to everyone around us, "When she enrolled, her family information form said her parents were farmers. Farmers! She's lying—she hired an actor to put on a show!" I looked at her calmly, not even bothered enough to explain. When I enrolled, I'd listed my hometown and invented my parents' occupations because I wanted a quiet life.