Not Everything Is As It Seems Novels & Stories

Surely if they were real, more people would know about it. “Yes, Olivia. Things aren’t what they seem. I know it sounds crazy, I thought it was crazy at first too, but it’s real, it’s all real. Everything from your nightmares, everything you were scared of when you were young; it exists.” His earnest expression does nothing to convince her. I won’t fall for it; she insists to herself, I won’t let him get to me. Maybe it’s some sort of a cult or something, she knows there are some people out there who’d believe anything. Either way, she might as well have some fun with Alaric.

Her virginity hanging around her neck like a heavy weight. “You finished?” He asked “Yes.” Responded a nodding Melissa, Blake placed the pizza boxes on the floor of the bedroom, not noticing a stealthy Storm sneaking towards them. “Let’s put another movie on.” Blake responded “Ok. How about 50, Shades of Grey?” Melissa asked hoping that Blake would get the message. Blake turned towards her and raised an eyebrow. “You sure?” “Yes. Very sure.” Was the response that came back

I had only discovered now that he hated the mundane life and craved excitement. Was that the reason he had pretended to have amnesia? I stood in front of his friends and saw that every single one of them had indifferent, somewhat disoriented looks in their eyes. I almost opened my mouth to demand why they were treating me that way when I had treated all of them with the utmost sincerity. However, I didn't say anything in the end. At that moment, the door behind me opened. Nathan's shirt was half unbuttoned and had exposed his flushed neck. Even a blind man could have guessed what had just taken place. He stuffed a half-full bag of period pads into my suitcase.

"How is that possible? Your grandmother bought you folic acid. Yuvan said you had nausea. You even switched out your heels. There's no way you're not pregnant. Yuvan told me everything. You don't have to hide it. I'm not going to make it weird. It's not like I have feelings for you or anything..." Kayla's expression darkened further before I could finish. She cut me off and hissed through gritted teeth, "I told you. I'm not pregnant. I've been feeling off because of the weather change, that's it. The supplements are for when we start trying. That's all." She glanced at Yuvan, who still looked like he'd been hit by a truck, then looked back toward the stage. Yuvan's inner voice was pure chaos

I whisper. "They're nothing. No meaning." I turn to face Jack and Ves. Both look scared and look at me with wide eyes. "There is no meaning in this world. Everything is a mask to hide what it's not. A mirror to the face of reality. Only a big sham. The grand game of shamming. That's what this and everything is. A farce." Grabbing the knife, I slide it out the wall and put it back where I hid it in my sleeve.

“You first! What were you dreaming about? That nightmare shook you up pretty good…” Alannah hesitated but knew he’d keep on pushing. “It was nothing but a bad dream… with no significance whatsoever… I can’t even remember what was about… I just… when I woke up, I couldn’t… um… move, and it scared me, that’s all,” she said half-truthfully. “That was more than panic over being trapped. What are you hiding, Alannah Miles?” “I’m not hiding anything. That’s what happened,” she stubbornly answered.

He, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm and said, "I've noticed that you haven't laughed or cried during this period. I thought you might have gone numb. Now that you can cry, it means things aren't too bad. "Tell me what you want to eat in the future, and I'll buy it for you. "Mia Frank, don't isolate yourself all the time. You have me." Back then, I thought it was nothing out of the ordinary. It had been more than a decade since then. I sat down on the roadside, gasping for air, and stared blankly at the bustling traffic. Memories were once again in a state of confusion. "Strange, what am I doing here?"

It tasted of absolutely nothing except mayonnaise. I sat staring out at the darkness rushing past the window while random thoughts kept nudging at the edges of my exhaustion. Missing pieces. New pieces. No pieces at all. There were lies so small they hardly mattered, the sort you could choose to believe or ignore without consequence. Then there were lies that looked harmless on the surface but carried enormous ramifications underneath. And sometimes deception wasn’t about what somebody said—it was about what they deliberately left unsaid. Jock’s lies always hovered dangerously close to the truth.

“Well, aren’t we all a mystery in some way?” He looks down, a shadow passing over his eyes. It’s a subtle thing, but it sends off alarm bells in my head. “Yeah, but some mysteries are more complicated than others.” A wave of anxiety washes over me, and I feel a tightening in my chest. Is this the moment where everything falls apart, and the truth is revealed?

“Have you ever been somewhere where you feel like… everything is already decided?” She frowned slightly. “What do you mean?” “Like no matter what you do, it’s already been accounted for.” “That sounds insane.” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “It does.” There was a pause. A long one. Then Zoey leaned back slightly. Studying me differently now. Not just worried. Thinking. “You’re not telling me everything.” “That’s because I don’t have everything.” “That’s not the same thing.” “It kind of is.” “No, it’s not.”