Reliable Novels & Stories

Christine nervously corrected. Kimberly didn’t know what to think about her reply. She didn’t sound convincing, it was like she was hiding something. “Oh… I'm really sorry about that.” “You don’t have to be dear, it’s now in the past” Christine wiped her tears. She wished Roy could see it that way. #

Nick awoke, startled. He looked around and noticed he was on the floor. Then all the things that happened earlier started to flash back in his mind; the unknown pearl, the blood writing on his bedcover, the mirror, the dead body filled musty place, another blood writing on the mirror, then everything turned blank-no black!!! Extremely black!!! - "Oh crap! I zoned out like a sissy, a girl, a baby!!! What the heck happened here? Why did I fall into a trance?! " Nick asked no one in particular, totally confused. He looked around, his inspection was cut short when his eyes fell on his safe, on it lay to his horror, blood, splattered all over it and a rotten skull on the top of it! 'No! This is a

I smiled bitterly at myself. Sometimes I wonder if deserve to live? Is life really worth living? I mummer to myself. I didn't realize someone heard me just now. Why do you think your life is meanless; a voice from behind. I THINK YOU SHOULD VALUE YOURSELF MORE. For what is worth your life isn't worthless, you are not a loser, or what those bastards are spatting about. I THINK YOU ARE KIND, SMART, BEAUTIFUL, AND RADIANT, the boy said. WHO ARE YOU? Amy asked him. My name is Riley Williams, you seat behind me in 2nd period with Mr. Logan in English 2 Ap. Oh am sorry, I really don't know anyone in our class, Amy said honestly. That's okay Riley smiled. Am Amy Sinclaire nice to meet you, Riley?

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She hated recalibrating, and she appreciated, genuinely, having a reason to. He pushed back on two of her readings. He was right about both. She told him he was right about both in the direct, unqualified way she acknowledged accurate things, and he looked at her for a moment like he wasn't entirely sure what to do with that, which she found privately satisfying. "Your interpretation makes the narrator reliable", he said, over the second coffee. "She is reliable about her own experience." "She's reliable about what she notices," he said. "She's not reliable about wh

"How does trust get built if …" "By showing up consistently at the venues that exist," I said. "By being reliable. By being predictable." I held his gaze. "By doing the things you said you'd do at the times you said you'd do them." I paused. "That's how it gets built." He held my gaze for a long moment. "Page seven," he said. "The review clause."

“Unreliable is not a description. It is a tool.” Leah looked at him. The sentence settled hard. A tool could be picked up. Used. Passed from hand to hand. Put down in one room and lifted years later in another. It could remove a woman from her own story without needing to prove she had lied. It only had to make people doubt whether she should be heard. Elaine opened the agreement notes again. “Communication reliability appears in the later Westbridge support policy we found. But the anonymous message asks who was declared unreliable first. That suggests a prior use.”

He forwarded his steps. She got frightened. She stood her ground. 'He doesn't need to know that I was here to run away from my husband. Alessandro wouldn't stop taking revenge. ' "I don't know. What are you saying? Just let me go. My husband is waiting," She said. Dread! She felt it increasing when he didn't stop pacing forward. His hands were slid inside his pockets, his smirk was full on his face, "I know what you want. I can help. You can trust me"

This conversation was proving to be quite interesting as he waited patiently for me to respond. I smiled as I placed my hands in my lap and laced my fingers together. It was now my turn to call his bluff. I turned my body slightly towards him and with great confidence I responded. “I didn’t say I think I know what scent it is. I said I know exactly what scent it is.” He smiled at my response but still didn’t believe me. “How can you know,” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders then challenged him further.

I liked how reliable he was. "I do."