Not Me Novels & Stories

He asked, emphasizing it as some kind of joke. " Come on Mia, I'm not Marco and I have to fix this but not today," he stated. " Why not today?"

“You’re the first date I’ve taken here.” Sophia frowned in confusion at my confession. “Why?” I shrugged. “No other places are open that serve excellent food and drinks at this time of night. Nothing is worth going to for a first date with you.” Sophia stares at her lap, and her features darken. I wonder what she’s thinking?

"And since when did an Obasogie's daughter become a mere whim in the very hands of nobodies?!" "He's not a NOBODY!" Ame screamed at her mother, daring to defy her this time around. "I'm an adult, mom, AN ADULT! And, like I have told you severally, I am not interested in Dapo Adejare! You can't choose for me ANYMORE!" Ame covered her face with her palms but the tears coursed down her face freely.

Alpha l typed the word into the G****e search engine but then it hit me hard that l dont have internet connection. How did l have forget about it. It has been days now and am offline.Of course l did since l was busy exploring the woods. My phone never worked since we settled here. It didn't have any problem before but it just stopped working on its own.l can't log in into any social media handles. God this really sucks. Mum will not look at the issue given that these are school days. She will definitely tell me to wait on weekends to have the phone fixed. It's my bad luck that l will be spending another week without my phone.Poor me.

Carla “Red. Something red! Black. Blue. Green Fucking yellow. But nothing red!” I yell in frustration, pulling out all the clothes from my closet. This has to be some sort of a joke. I have all the colors except for red. How can this be? I mean isn’t red a very common color? Why don’t I have something red? I know, I know, a red dress is something almost everyone has. Why don’t I have a red dress?

The brother he could never quite measure up to? But I didn't say a word. Just walked off. Back home, I stepped into the study. Photos everywhere, each one dragging up a memory. But instead of getting emotional, I just felt annoyed. I yanked them all down and started feeding them to the burner. Halfway through, Michael walked in—totally unannounced. He should've been at work.

~~~~Kane~~~~ The first thing I realized about earlier today was that something was definitely going on with me. I didn't have a nightmare, no. It wasn't because of work. Not even because of the endless responsibilities ahead of me. It was because the first person that entered my mind wasn't Meena. It wasn't Ridgewood. It wasn't anything like business. It was Anya.

“You don’t come back.” That didn’t surprise me. But it didn’t help either. “And you?” I asked. Another pause. Then. “I don’t either.” That was new. My chest tightened. “So this isn’t about one of us continuing.” “It is,” it said. “But not in the way you think.” I exhaled slowly. “Then explain it.” For the first time. The other me stepped closer. Not matching me. Not mirroring. Just. Moving. Toward the same point.

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It’s lіkеlу tо bе a lоng nіght. I don’t want tо draw аttеntіоn tо mуѕеlf whіlе I’m оut of my jurіѕdісtіоn. I соuld uѕе аnоthеr соffее, but the fіrѕt thing on thе аgеndа іѕ wоrkіng оut whеrе Neon is.