Tell Me Everything Novels & Stories

He needed to know everything. I took another breath, the kind you take before you jump off a cliff. “Okay. I’m going to tell you everything.” His eyes widened slightly in slight surprise, and something in his expression softened. “Good.” I shifted in my seat, “It started when I closed my eyes to doze off earlier…”

Because you hate liars, right? [And that man… isn’t telling you everything.]

I'm a sobbing mess but he continues the torture until I feel as though I'll die. "I'll tell you, please I'll tell you everything!" * *

"I'm not hiding anything from you. If I didn't love only you why will I tell you." "Come you are sleepy, you tell me everything that happened."

Why is he even telling me all this and how the hell did he get all that information? All the information poured into my mind like a tidal wave. The fact that he knows everything going on in my life is weird. "How do you know all that information?" I suddenly asked He smiled "I’m gifted." He responded "But that’s not necessary, what’s necessary is that I help you out and make sure you are safe." "Why are you telling me all this? Why do you want to help me?" "If I tell you will you trust me?" He asked "Just tell me."

"No, of course not. I trust you so much, Zoey." Suddenly, Zoey cannot stop her tears from falling anymore. "Then, why won't you tell me everything? Why do you keep things from me when you know everything about me? I want to know every single thing about you because I care for you so much. I want to know you more because I like you so much." "Baby, I know."

"Every night. Every single night. Every dream. Every moment. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every second. Every hour. Every minute. Every single moment of every single day." I touch his face. His eyes close. He leans into my touch like he's been waiting for it his whole life. Like he's been starving for it. Like he's been desperate for it. Like he's been praying for it. Like he's been dreaming of it. Like he's been aching for it. Like he's been longing for it. "Tell me," I say. "Tell me what you dreamed. Tell me everything. Don't leave anything out. I want to know everything. I want to know every detail. I want to know every moment. I want to know every feelin

Just…everything. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I blinked, glancing around as if I might find the answer somewhere in the room. “I feel like you already know everything,” I said with a soft laugh. “What exactly do you want to know?” His gaze flickered to mine, something sharper behind it. “Everything.” I hesitated—then exhaled slowly. “Okay… then I’ll start simple.” And I did. I talked about the small things first—favorite colors, foods, books, movies. Then the bigger things crept in without me realizing it. Places I’d always wanted to go. Things I loved doing. Little pieces of myself I hadn’t expected to share.

“And what’s your stance on this? I think he is right … you will be happier without those memories.” “I want to remember, I - think that its better for me to know everything. I don’t like living like this where half of my life is blank.” He took a deep breath like he knew this was coming. “Okay, you have a point. I can understand that. If I were you I too would like to know the full picture. I would be interested in knowing who I was and where I came from… that’s something that I will not refuse, and neither will I stop you. If you want to know everything. The I will tell you whatever you want to know but I have a condition.“