She Said You Can't Know What I've Done Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’ve got the face. And this time it is more visible for everyone to see!” “I don’t have a face.” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know what you are talking about!” “You absolutely do,” she insisted. “What happened? And don’t tell me that nothing happened, I can tell that something did, and I can tell that you are going to try to hide it!”

she “Would you tell me what is going on now, I need to know what is happening please” I replied and she smiled, but she didn't tell me I don't know what was happening I need to find out, but everyone is acting suspicious I don't know what was happening I need to out what was happening. I don't know why everyone is acting suspicious, I don't know what was happening, I need to find out what was happening no matter what, I had to find out what was going on, I don't know the reason.

she said, walking away in tears. "What have I done? Damn it!"

she says and take a sip from her cup. Pretence. She knows everything about me and she knows I work for him.to find my parents murderer. But even so I still reply her. "The usual thing you know.. Going here and there, getting stuffs and all that" I should stop but I don't because I'm already asking. "What about you?" Fool Zeke. Motherfucking fool.

then. I've always known she was a little crazy. But if she can do this, what else is she capable of?

She couldn't act without his permission, without knowing that she wouldn't be jeopardizing some other, more intricate scheme. "I-I don't know anything I can do," she stammered. "Ah... I-I mean..."

She said and I stared away from her. I didn't even know what I was thinking when I asked her that, I could have known that she would never tell me about Mabel. She once said that she cannot allow me to know things that I don't know about Mabel, from her and I didn't know when she turned this way, who knows, she might have been hiding her character behind cool faces all those while.

"Why do you keep doing that? You don't have to say it now. I'll give you sometime --" She cuts me off, her face etched with frustration. "It's not that I don't want to tell you. I can't say it. I've tried," she blurts out, and I furrow my brows at her. "What does that mean?" She sighs, raking her fingers through the strands of her hair. "I can't tell you. No matter how much I want to. It's like I've been put under some sort of spell. I know it sounds crazy, but--"

But she couldn’t. “I…” she started, her voice faltering. “I don’t know.” Of course she didn't know because that was always her answer. It was always confusion, ignorance and innocence. “I don’t know,” I mocked coldly. “It’s the truth!” she insisted. “It's better you come clean while I'm still being nice,” I warned. “I don't know what you're talking about,” she said. “When I’m done torturing you,” I said quietly, stepping closer, “you will know.”

I inquired. “I – I don’t know,” she said, choking on the last word. “Good. We are making progress. You said no one asked you to tell a lie before, but now, you’re claiming that there’s someone but you don’t know who the person is, isn’t that correct?” I inquired. She didn’t say a word and bit her lower lip instead, peeling off her fingernails even deeper.