Novel & Cerita Something She's Not Telling Us: A Novel

It was a dangerous game, and I knew that the stakes were higher than ever. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast long shadows across our secluded estate, I received an anonymous package. Inside was a small notebook, weathered and worn, with a note that read, "The truth lies within." Curiosity mingled with trepidation as I opened the notebook. The pages were filled with Cassandra's handwriting—ramblings, fragments of memories, and cryptic clues. It was her diary, a window into her tormented soul. As I delved deeper into the pages, the puzzle began to unravel. The truth of our shared past emerged, piece by piece, revealing a shocking revelation that threatened to shatter ev

She wouldn’t even entertain the chance to think about being near them. She quickly checked the messages on the phone, said goodbye to Mathew and Mike, again and turned it off. She pulled a book out of her purse and she didn't even notice when they took off. "What are you reading, if I may ask, ma’am?" Her companion's voice snapped her out from her ‘literature land’. She looked at him from behind the glasses. “A novel.” She replied but realized that she was being rude. "A book written by a well-known American adventure writer, Clive Cussler." She said in a slightly more pleasant tone.

Nasriantra protected the outside of Liberty City, and Gursala protected the City's perimeter by having the werewolf Force. Hunt's next line awoke me from my daydreaming admiring his looks. "Hope that answered your second question?! The answer to your first question was your reputation precedes you, Andrea Nasriantra. Though you didn't finish your study at the Salutary Institute, the news told us that you were top of the class along with your best friend, Joe Akhmedov. And where is he now?" I was so shocked, in only our first meeting, Hunt knew everything about me. Did the alpha-to-be always like this? Knowing everything? It was love at the first sight for me. -to be continued-

My little sister Vanessa was obsessed with werewolf lore, convinced she was destined to marry a powerful Alpha. When Rex, the Alpha of the Firwood Pack, saved her during a riot, she thought fate had finally set its gears in motion. What she didn't know was that Rex saved her simply because she resembled what his fated mate had looked like in her youth— Helena, the Luna of the Firwood Pack. Any sane woman would've walked away. Vanessa saw it as her golden ticket to the top. She secretly mapped out Helena's usual routes, hired outlaws to stage a brutal car crash, and sprinkled silver dust—lethal to wolves—across the wreckage. Her plan? Wait for the esteemed Luna to draw her last breath, then s

They ushered me to her empty library and told me to wait for her to grace me with her presence. I walked around her library while I waited. She didn’t have a single picture of people in her life. She had over a hundred books that she’d never touched. She was a mysterious woman and liked people to believe that. “What are you hiding?” I whispered. “You rejected the Iron Claw Alpha!” Ellis’ voice came down hard on me. I jumped back. “Ellis…” “Answer me, Alexandra,” she marched inside and slammed the door shut. “How could you be so careless?”

She explained. "How do I know who the being is? We have no clue" I said frustratingly. "I think I've got some clues." She said, bringing out a book that looks old. It's almost the same with those books she got her old stories from. She dusted it and opened it.

"Ma'am. She isn't answering her calls, she hasn't been by to see the children today and Geegee hasn't heard from her." "What? Is there anyone else you can call?" "You can try" Nina chimed in. "But you won't reach her." Madison got up, completely worried. "What do you mean by that? Didn't you see her this morning? Where is she?" "I don't know." She shrugged. Quincy looked up. "What do you mean you don't know?" Madison asked, creased forehead. "It means she doesn't tell me anything. I didn't know that she slept with Nick here. So why would I know where she is?"

She was on the verge of losing it. "No! Please, don't tell them! I'll talk, Matty! I'll tell you everything!" Hearing this, Matteo finally loosened his grip. "Start talking." Rebecca gasped for air, coughing violently as the rush of oxygen burned her throat. However, she didn't dare stop. She gasped sharply, her voice breaking. "Y-You can check my phone!" Frantically, she unlocked her phone and handed it over with shaking hands. "I didn't do anything! This is all a misunderstanding!"

She thought about the novel she had read in her previous life, the one she had despised, the one that had given her a villainess and a plot and an ending she had found unsatisfying. The novel had not mentioned any ancient watcher. The novel had not mentioned Seren's ability, or the secondary network, or the Archivist's centuries of watching. The novel had been incomplete—not wrong, not entirely, but incomplete, the way a map is incomplete when it only shows the roads and not the forests between them.

"What is this? You're scaring me, Kianna. Just talk to me." "What don't you get?" She finally let it out, the words sharp and venomous. "I don’t want the stories. I don't want the excuses. I want the truth. Why did you hide everything? Why did you make a game out of our life? I thought… I thought we were building something real!" Her voice cracked on the final word, a jagged, raw sound that made me wince. She began to sob, not a quiet cry, but a ragged, terrifying release.