Not Everything Is As It Seems Novels & Stories

But this time, I couldn’t let him. As I drove home, my mind kept replaying the conversation. James, calm and cold as ever, hinting at secrets and alliances, all while refusing to tell me anything that actually mattered. But the way he looked at me, that smug look as he said, “Not everything is as it seems,” sent a chill down my spine. I knew there was more at play here, but what, exactly, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that if James wanted something from us, he’d stop at nothing to get it.

"She just needed someone to open the door." He puts a plate in front of me and sits across the counter and we eat and the food is good and the wine is better and outside London does its relentless magnificent thing and between us on the counter his laptop sits closed with its emails and its complications and its proof that nothing is ever entirely what it presents itself as. Not marriages. Not best friends. Not employers. Not buildings. Everything has a second layer. The question is always what you do when you find it. I know what I do. I pay attention. I gather evidence. I move when I am ready. Eyes open. Always.

I answer. Ugg, one more thing that we need to look into. I swear we figure one thing out and get something else thrown in our faces. Something is telling me that all these things are linked and that all this deception goes deeper and further back than we all realize.

“That’s not possible. They wouldn’t—” “They did,” Daniel said firmly. A new message appeared on the screen: Not everything is what it seems. Emma felt her chest tighten. “He’s turning us against each other.” “Or showing us the truth,” Daniel countered. Marcus stepped back, his breathing uneven. “This is insane. We don’t even know what’s real anymore.” “That’s the point,” Emma said quietly. Lena looked at her. “What?” “He’s messing with us,” Emma continued. “Making us question everything… each other.”

her expression immediately darkened. "If I hadn't given Mason's parents the money, how would they have agreed to let him leave the countryside? Is a human life not worth fifty thousand dollars to you? And about the car, what man gets married without buying a car? Whether the marriage is real or fake, I couldn't let Mason be treated unfairly. You're a man too. Can't you put yourself in his shoes?" A metallic taste spread through my throat. Tens of thousands of dollars, and she made it sound so lightly, as if she could take it out whenever she wanted.

They locked the door and pushed me to the sink sitting me down on the counter that was made of black marbles. "You look like sh*t." Queen was the first one to break the silence. "What is that supposed to mean?" She took my shoulders twisting them to the Mirror. I now know what they mean that some people die when looking at the mirror, not because of their good looks but because they simply look like the twin of dog sh*t.

“You saw something, didn’t you?” I nod. “I saw… both of them. I think.” “Then we’re not done,” he murmurs. “Not yet.” The mirror’s whisper returns, sharp as ever: Nothing is what it seems. And I have the sinking feeling… No one is who they say they are. And we also lack one important piece of the puzzle, and i wonder…

I stared at her with mouth wide open as she said that. Not only me but others. How can that be possible? They really reached all the couple goals. All my theories and premonitions about them faded away as they looked at us with guilty eyes. I didn't see it coming neither did others. It was one of those most unpredicted and unexpected moments that could bring a heart attack. Oh lord!

"Here goes nothing..." And then, just like that, they're stepping over the threshold and straight back into their dreadful reality. So dreadful, so full of trouble, and so utterly theirs. Their troubles, their never-ending drama, and that ever-growing list of problems they so desperately needed to handle before it became impossible. Before it somehow ruined them.

she asks without taking her attention off the book she was reading. "No - no, they do not look old - old though," I say investigating the books. "Oh innocent Rose , not everything is has it seems. Theses books are just a mere example - in life you will come across many people like this book. They may look pretty , innocent and even handsome but within resides pure evil," she says seriously. "Oh, I just thought - thought that you just kept the books safe and tidy," I say taken back by her analogy. A smile appears on her face after a few seconds , " Oh that too my dear , anyways I will leave you to your reading. Just heed my warning about people in life - not everythi