Something She's Not Telling Us: A Novel Novels & Stories

Not in three weeks. "I have poured your coffee. I have cleaned your sick off the floor at two in the morning. I have lied to my own mother. I have buried the only person in this world who ever loved me without a contract, and I did all of it quietly, Fabiola, so quietly you forgot I had a voice. Well, I have one. And the next person who walks into this apartment to tell me what I am is going to leave knowing exactly what I am NOT." The apartment rang with it.

I asked. “It’s a gift. I don’t know,” she shrugged her shoulders in response. “So, are you going to tell me or not?” she asked, anxiously, as she changed the subject back. “I don’t know,” I sighed, turning away from her and facing my laptop screen that had now gone to sleep. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to though,” she said, soothingly, most likely due to my change in demeanor. “It’s not like that,” I started in a rigid tone. “Sorry,” I cleared my throat.

I shot an icy look at them in the room and started to back away, a chill creeping into my gaze. I tuned out the chatter between the two in the room, my hands balling into fists as my mind raced over the word 'evidence'. Seven years married, and I had hardly ever stepped into Nom's study. Little did I know, the answers I had been tearing myself apart for were right there, in the one place I had never been.

she said as she closed the book and placed it in front of us. I sighed when she was so severe. You really couldn't refuse. It's either you share, or you fight. “Well, I don't have a big problem but...” I paused; she raised her eyebrows. “What is it?” she asked. I swallowed. I don't know if she can understand this one. I'm pretty sure that when I tell her the story, she might just be confused or laugh at me. “I don't know if I should talk this one to you. I'm sure you'll be confused or wors—”

She misses her first shot again, and then she continues with the story. “The guy asked me to go upstairs with him, which is something I've never done before. I had never dated before, so I was uncertain. But then Dakoda said she was going upstairs with her boyfriend, so I took a chance. What was the worst that could happen? So, we go upstairs, and the guy leads me into this room. Then he tells me he has to find a restroom really fast because the alcohol made him need to pee. It didn't seem significant until the door shut and someone grabbed me from behind, causing me to fall to the ground." "Your shot," she tells me. I take the shot, eager to hear the rest of the story without missing any de

Her breathing changed, just slightly, but I noticed. “But?” I prompted. She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she walked a few steps away, stopping near the wall, her back half-turned to me. Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath. “There is one,” she said quietly. My pulse quickened. “One what?” “One story,” she replied. “One story that I can’t… shake. One that even up until today I can't get it out of my head.”

she said finally. “Then how does it work?” I asked because I needed to know. “You give me everything,” she replied. “Or I assume you’re hiding the rest.” “There are things I can’t tell you yet,” I said. That was the truth, even if she hated it. Just like I expected, her eyes didn’t soften. They sharpened instead, like that confirmed something for her. “There it is,” she said quietly. “What?” I asked even though I knew. “The part you’re not saying,” she replied. “That’s the problem.”

she whispers, gritting her teeth at me. "Take the damn book first. You can never reach it even if you jump with all your strength" She murmurs, gazing at me and taking the book and I bring her down. "What's this about?" I ask, leaning against the shelf and staring at her when she opens the book, putting her nose into it. "Serial killing," she groans as I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "I see. You aren't picking your favourite one. Romance" "It sucks," she scoffs.

The night before registering our marriage, Elena Sawyer's friends suggest playing a game of truth or dare. Her girlfriends win, and the punishment is that Elena must speak only Ruskian from that moment on. My close friend, Justin Butler, is the first to speak to her in Ruskian. "You and Benjamin are registering your marriage tomorrow. Come up with an excuse to spend the night at my place. I just bought a few sets of the sexy uniforms you like." Elena smiles and replies, "After what you put me through last night, where we went through four condoms, you still haven't had enough?" She then turns around and affectionately takes my hand. Her girlfriends burst into laughter, realizing what s

She didn't spend long wondering why not. Near the drain, in the dust, a piece of pipe lay snapped off short. She didn't pick it up. She wasn't a fighter and she knew it. She looked at it until she had the spot memorized, and waited. Boots on the stairs, taking their time. Desmond came in alone and stopped close enough that she had to tilt her head back. "You think you've won." "The story's running. There's nothing left for you to do." "There's more than one way to tell the truth. I'm going to tell them about you. That you wanted revenge and didn't care who got hurt getting it. That you used Rachel, Margaret, Vivian, Priya, and left them behind."