Tell Me Everything Novels & Stories

My eyes narrow “Please, tell me. Tell me anything.” I beg, and his eyes fall. “I want to tell you everything. I hate that you’re in the dark, Love. But it’s what’s keeping you safe. And I don’t know what they’ll do if they think you’re starting to figure it all out.”

“I’ve never gotten to travel… My father didn’t see it as necessary, so I plan on making up for lost time. This is another amazing trip.” “You haven’t traveled anywhere?” Darius asked, his voice radiating disbelief. “No. I’ve never left the country,” she said, understanding his shock. “Baby…” “I’m okay, Darius… Tell me more about the Great Barrier… Please…” Darius swallowed hard and did what she had asked him.

“What do you want, Jake?” “Everything.”

“No. I’m just excited to talk to you.” “Hmm…almost like you’re excited to tell me something.” I can practically hear her eyes narrowing on the other end. “Spill it, Elara. What did you do?” I bite my lip, hesitating for a fraction of a second before I give in, the words tumbling out of me. I tell her everything, not leaving a single part untouched. “WHAT?!”

"What are you talking about?" And finally, after five years of silence, I told someone the truth. I told her everything.

“I plan on telling you, I promise.” “When? When Tyler turns 5? 11? 23? or when he’s getting married?” “For heaven’s sake Naomi I missed practically everything about him. I missed all his firsts. He probably would not even regard me as his fath.....” “I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how to approach you. I even booked a ticket for Tyler and me to come to Florida by the end of the week.” “Spare me that detail. You only booked the tickets because my parents knew about Tyler.”

And I couldn't have told you a single true thing about the years that made him. "Tell me about back then," I whispered. "About who you were when Evelyn met you. I want to know you. The whole you, not just the parts you hand me at three in the morning." He was quiet for a long moment. And when he answered, it was shorter than any answer he had ever given me, flat and final, a door closing so quietly I almost missed the sound of the lock. "You already know everything you need to," he said.

“Why is it so hard for you to tell me?” “You said you almost died just remembering a piece of your memory.” “If I tell you everything. You will lose your life.” “Well, I gestured to my body, “I am still alive mum.” “No.” I rolled my eyes. “There's really no point if you won't tell me about what you know.” “What I know about you isn't everything.” My eyes widened. “What are you saying?” “You know everything. It's your job to find out. I only have a piece.”

Shark Vanguard always moved fast. Less than half an hour after I carried Luke away from Crescent Bay, the internet was already on fire. Stories spread everywhere under different versions of the same headline: A mysterious tycoon clearing a private beach for his child, and a top-tier celebrity and his powerful backers taken down overnight. Because of the Thornes' absolute influence in Frenkinston and beyond, no media outlet dared to name me directly. But vague clues, suggestive leaks, and wild speculation flooded every platform anyway.

"But it is not going to kill you. I will not let it." I looked at him. "How do you know?" I said. "Because I understand what it is," he said. "And because I am going to explain all of it to you. Everything. The full version, properly, when you have had food and sleep and you are not standing on a path outside a clinic." He looked at me. "I am going to tell you everything you need to know. I promise that." I breathed. "Okay," I said. "But first," he said, "I need something from you."