Somewhere Only We Know Novels & Stories

You are the only one who knows about this,'' he says in an angry tone. ''Apparently, I am not. But as you said earlier, a psychopath is walking around town, so it means that there is no name or no lead that can put you in the spotlight and...'' I stopped to catch my breath as I could feel my eyes getting heavy. The faint smell of alcohol coming from Kai made me want to vomit. ''And..'' he says loosening his grip on my jaw.

"Spring Break in Paris with your hunky boyfriend. I don't think it can get much better than that." "It would get better if everyone left my personal life out of their discussions. I'm still trying to figure out who let the cat out of the bag about Mitchell and me, Mother. I know I don't have to ask you to not mention anything about my personal life in your reports, Nell, but I will anyway. Please don't mention Mitchell and me finally getting together here. That's not for public consumption."

My eye widen in realization, they freaking had other bases in other places in case something like this happened ? How freaking rich are they individually ? "You know the risk of going up to the Cunningham's after what happened.." Darren said gravely, is there something about the Cunningham's they know I don't know about. "Well Seth is right if they start now, who knows what next or how much they know about us, our identity isn't safe anymore." Haven said. "I won't be so sure about that, if they already know our gang or our identity if they knew they could have done more than just bomb only our base, something is not right... " Darren said.

he added, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "I love it." I smiled, feeling touched by his gesture. "Thank you for sharing this special place with me," I replied, feeling grateful for the opportunity to escape from the world with him. "No one knows about this place except for us," Andrew said, a sense of secrecy in his tone. "It's our own little hideaway." "So now I know where to find you when you need a break from everything," I teased, feeling a sense of intimacy in our shared secret. "Only you and me," Andrew replied, a smile playing on his lips. "Our secret sanctuary."

“Go earn a juicy fat commission and ring those up. We’ll be back for them in an hour. Now, anywhere in particular that you want to eat?” Suddenly alert, I sit on the edge of the chair. Now’s my chance … “Actually,” I try to keep my voice from trembling, “I know a place. The Somewhere Bar in Times Square.” “Times Square?” Naomi looks nonplussed but shrugs her shoulders. “Well, it is your day.”

"How did you even find this place?" Before Lionel could answer, Maisie appeared at my side. "I helped Lionel find it." Seeing Maisie again made my anger flare. I could barely control the urge to rip her apart. Maisie was a well-known social media influencer with a massive following, so tracking me down wouldn't have been difficult. Not to mention, there were only a few cemeteries in Sentonia, so finding Hope's grave wasn't that much of a challenge either. Maisie smiled sweetly at me. "Sorry, June. I didn't mean to show up uninvited. I just couldn't stand seeing Lionel like this anymore. He's been so distracted at work lately, completely unfocused. I'm just trying to help him."

The room is dark now, suffocatingly so, the curtains drawn and every crack sealed. But it doesn’t matter. The image is burned into all of us: that precise little circle of red, steady as a heartbeat, sitting over my chest. We don’t need to say it aloud. We all know what it means. Someone found us. And worse someone wanted us to know they had.

Whoever filmed this knew exactly where Noah parks, what time he’s there… and who he is. My breath catches in my throat. This wasn’t some stranger. It’s someone close to him. Someone inside his world. I whisper the only truth that matters now: “…Someone wants us destroyed.” And they just made their first move.

"And you smell like my pussy, you naughty boy." Just her saying the word pussy, made my heart skip a beat. Anything, she had said. What the hell was I worried about. Then it struck me. "Mom, what about other people, I mean if someone found..." "Don't you get it Joel?" Mom asked, as she began tracing her red fingernails across my sweat slicked chest. "Get what?" "No one knows us honey! The only person in all of North Carolina that knows us is Jill, and she lives on the other side of town, we'll hardly see her. No one will know who we really are to each other!"

“Where are we heading?” “Sanctuary.” He was practically gone, the phrases joining together. “Not mother’s. Different areas. Less well-known. Hidden. Just Javier knows.” “Kade… keep your eyes open.” I squeezed desperately on his arm, and “Kade” became “We’ve arrived” aloud.