Tell Me Everything Novels & Stories

CATHERINE: “If you mean that… then tell me everything.” Send.

An explaination that might answer all the questions in his head. "Tell me everything." He walked to the edge of the bed, pulling himself into its wooden surface. Keir was sitting on the opposite side, fixing his eyes on the old wooden door. Keir took a deep breath first and the started telling everything. He knew the prince wouldn't be able to take all of what he's going to say. Just like him when he found out that there's more than what they thought of this mundane world. That what they once knew wasn't going to stay like that for eternity...

The eyes of a close minded man and is not afraid of everything. "T-Tell me everything," I whispered. "Tell me the reason of everything. Tell me why I came up to this... Tell me, why did I live? I wish I did not live in this cruel world." I live to suffer and to be blamed to everything I did not even do.

Always. That's the entire story. That's everything. That's love.

Not reacting. That was, specifically, everything.

"Try messing with my sister, and you're asking for a beating!" If there really were such a thing as a parallel universe, I was sure there was one where we were all one big happy family. With that thought, I turned to her and said, "Janet, come home with me."

Us. Everything.

the seat next to her was empty so I dragged the chair over to her and whispered in her ears. "You fell off the stairs in your house?", I asked She blinked and looked at me, "I don't have stairs in my house" "Oh, then which stairs did you fall off?" I noticed she seemed uncomfortable. I thought I was trespassing and I wanted to tell her it was ok if she didn't want to tell me when she spoke. "There are stairs on the way to school, I tripped and fell then I had to go home to change and wash my wounds" "Don't they hurt though?", I asked

She didn’t know Declan well enough to judge him, technically speaking, but that casual oh, it’s custom was setting off every red flag her brain could wave. “So… what exactly does that mean?” she finally asked. Her curiosity demanded an explanation even if her pride wanted her to drop it. “Is it like—Tesla-level tech but made special for you? Is that what you mean?” “It’s custom-built by my car guy,” Declan said calmly. “So it’s not one specific brand. But we should probably discuss the story of behinds you instead of my vehicle, don’t you think? We’re going to be at the restaurant in five minutes.”

It was a lot to take in. “So that’s everything,” Harrison said. “I’ve told you all I know. Now it’s your turn, old friend. Let’s start with what really happened to make you disappear like that.”