Not Everything Is As It Seems Novels & Stories

Asfand mumbled as he stood up. Aamiya also got up, behind him and stopped him from moving by holding his hand. "Why?" She asked. “Why can't I? What is it that I'm not aware of?" She shouted. Asfand turned and grabbed her by her shoulders. "Because you are my wife." Aamiya was shocked. Asfand’s eyes were full of rage. “No. That's not possible, you're lying. Yes, I admit I lied about licking Ahmad to find out what is being hidden from me, but I refuse to believe this.” She spoke, taking a step back.

Not hope. This isn’t a misunderstanding. Something is very wrong.

for everything. ***

If this is how things work… if everything is already a game… Then I’m done pretending I’m not part of it. I’m done playing it blindly.

Everything new. Everything beautiful. Everything eeriely quiet.

“For now, it doesn’t make sense. But trust me, soon enough, everything will start to unravel itself. Everything, dear,”

"Right, I'll believe that when pigs start flying." He furrowed his brows and said, "Are you jealous or something? You're acting as if we're really a couple and I have to explain everything I do. We don't love each other, nor will fall in love with you. This isn't the whole, I'm going to change for the good girl, kind of stuff."

Experience from my past has taught not all that glitters are gold. Not everyone smiling possess genuine intentions. And everything ain't what they really seem. Majority are illusions or camouflage. Misleading illusions from the person's major negative intentions. Hermione here may be such. Am being judgemental but am slightly right. She may be no different from others. From framer Freya and Bridgette. She may be a black shadow wolf in white sheep clothing's Her smile's and heart warming words may be ingenuie and she desires only information from me for reasons best known to her.

Feeling defeated I opened the shop ready for another day in what felt like for one of the first times, repetitive and almost boring. The morning customers are different to the night, I guess they were used to seeing Blake as some of then seemed down right rude to me, but the grocer was in what was thought of as a high end area, so I guess they just went about their day differently. After the morning rush was done, I went out the back office one more time to give the password a crack, the only thing I hadn't tried was Blake's favourite food with his favourite number, seemed too simple but I had nothing to lose so I entered Pasta33 and it worked! I rolled my eyes a little as it wasn't exactly