Not Me Novels & Stories

I don't know who posted it, but it certainly wasn't me. "I didn't do it! I am telling the truth! Please, trust me!"

On the last day before college entrance exams, Tristan Kelley, the most popular guy in class, let out an ear-splitting shout. "Everyone, skip the exam! Sage will pay out 50 million dollars!" He held up his phone, showing an insurance agreement he had signed with Sage, the AI chatbot, for everyone to see. All we had to do was miss the exam and we would receive 50 million dollars in compensation. "We're all bound for the best universities. In the worst case, we can retake the exam next year. "This is 50 million dollars. Do you think you'll ever see that kind of money in your life?" In my previous life, I called the police right away. I explained until I was blue in the face that Sage was j

Because sometimes, the things you hate most are the ones you can’t forget. And I wasn’t ready to see what that “something else” would do to me.

“You can’t touch me, Tom. I’m dead. But I wanted to tell you something before I leave for good.” Tom shook his head, not following, “But you’re dead….” Suzanne sat down beside a weeping Yvonne, “Tom, this is the real deal. Forget physics. Your mother only wants to talk to you.” “You can’t be real….,” he was in denial.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

I smiled at him, awkwardly. "I haven't chosen any." I answered. I don't know why but these days, I think I'm out of myself. I forgot about the important details. Am I sick? I never remember any information like this. I really need a check up. Katherine and Liam both seem confused. Before they could ask me anything, I preceded them from talking.

Not in my heart. Me: I haven’t decided yet. I still need space. But I haven’t given up either. James: I’ll take that. A maybe from you is worth more than a thousand yeses from anyone else. Me: I don’t think yeses is a word. James: It is. Look it up. Me: It isn’t. I already know. James: Are you the word police? Me: Don’t be ridiculous, just admit you are wrong. James: God, I miss you. What are you wearing?

“𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲. 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗟

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Four years ago, when I left, she had tried to reach me. But she had never truly let me into her life. We had no mutual friends, and our families weren't close. There was nothing that tied us together. All she ever had was my number and social media account. Erasing me from her world was as easy as deleting a contact. So, it was no surprise that no one but her remembered I existed. Lionel had every reason to keep it that way anyway. Once, she sent me a lengthy message, which was essentially a mini-essay.