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

She had removed her helmet too. Her face was pale beneath the layer of dust clinging to her skin. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, jaw tight, eyes locked onto mine. There was no mockery there now. No arrogance. Only stunned disbelief. “How?” she asked quietly. I didn’t answer. Not because I couldn’t….but because I didn’t know how to explain it in words she would understand. Around us, the argument grew louder. “There is no way she beat Kyra,” Selene insisted sharply. “This is ridiculous.”

Something quieter. Something unnamed. So she goes searching. With a suitcase and a soundtrack. But in small, deliberate ways. New cities. Old habits. People society believes she should avoid. Questions she’s never asked herself because the answers might be inconvenient. The book isn’t about what she finds. It’s about what she keeps circling without realizing it. I stared at my laptop for a while after typing that into my notes. It wasn’t perfect. But it felt… possible. And that was enough.

She's giving me gifts, but I won't know what they are until I need them. What the fuck kind of messed up story is this? I'm a character in a book, right? There's no other explanation for this freakiness, and the author has a sick sense of humor.

On New Year's Eve, Gwen Hurst and I attended a reunion with our old classmates. After several rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. Gwen was the first to lose and drew Truth. "What was your biggest regret when it came to love?" She answered without hesitation, but her gaze kept drifting toward her first love, Nikolas Stratton, who was sitting nearby. "My greatest regret was not ending up with the person I loved most. Instead, I married my backup and settled for a life of compromise." The room erupted in shock. Everyone thought I would storm out in anger, but I only smiled and gestured for the game to continue. When it was my turn, the question became, "Have you ev

I went directly to my room to read a book, but less than five minutes later, there was another knock on my door who just walked in without the owner’s consent. “What is it now, sister Evangeline?” I asked, even though I couldn’t see the entryway I knew she's the one visiting me at this hour. I am currently fix my gaze on the book I’m readinh when She approached me and just snatched the book in my hands. “Can you tell me why you’re reading this?” Her eyes widened as she read the book’s title. “The novel’s title is Shocking Shocked, and it tells the story of a guy who was electrocuted after disclosing shocking news?”

"I've seen the series and it was a major flop. I shake my head laughing, " You're a badass." Exhaling out of her nose, she peers down at Sandro. "It wasn't by choice, believe me." She walks to the lavish white sofa and sits down. "Come," she pats the seat next to her. "We have some time to kill before we can leave." I oblige, sitting down beside her and I shift in my seat, facing my body towards her. Sitting in absolute silence. I patiently wait for her to speak and tell me how she became a badass Turkish female.

she tells me and she goes back to her book, while I continue watching my show. I was watching the series You on N*****x about a serial killer, it is very interesting. Jolene was reading a book called Shadow and Bone about a girl who discovers she has a very rare type of power. After thirty minutes, she joins me in the bed. She takes my phone from my hands and she kisses me. her pregnancy has made her very horny.

"After I finished your book–the Book of Murder, it became my favorite novel in an instant because I really like Detective Alice Potter. I admire her character so much. And then it happens so fast and the next thing I knew, I was already here." "That's it? What did you do to be transfered here?" Alistair asked, noticing that she didn't tell him the details that made her transfered inside the book. Her story is incomplete. Anastasia just shake her head at him. She decided to not include the accident part because it will confuse the prince even more.

“But it’s mine.” She stared at him. “You know what I am,” she said. “What I’m tied to. You know about Aiden. You know about the Council. You know about the quiet little war crawling under our floors. And you’re sitting here telling me you like me.” “Yes,” he said. “That’s not smart,” she said. “I work in an ER,” he said. “Smart was never the main requirement.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Noah,” she said. “I can’t give you… whatever you think this is.”

Her words suddenly confused me. She stood up, releasing my hands. “Let’s go back to that bed, Blake,” She took the laptop in her hand and watched her return it to Samantha’s table. I stood up and followed her. I watched her wriggling her hands, making the hem of the long sleeves of her top get loose, covering her hands. She turned to me, crossing her arms over her chest. If we go back there, I could not promise I would not make her mine again. Did she know that I envy my pj’s now? As if reading my thoughts, she smiled and shook her head.