Tell Me Everything Novels & Stories

He looked slightly surprised again. Good. “What do you want to know?” he asked. “Everything,” I said. “Start from the beginning.”

“Why so early? Don’t tell me you’re still in bed.” I swallowed hard. “Mom… I need to tell you something. Everything. Please just listen.” Her tone changed immediately, sharp with worry. “What’s wrong? Are you crying? What happened?” I took a deep breath. “It’s… it’s a lot. Promise me you’ll listen before saying anything.” “You know I always listen,” she said softly. “Go on, my child.” And so I did. I told her everything, piece by piece, my voice trembling as the memories spilled out.

"I tell my mother everything. Especially my firsts. I remember telling her when I made my first dollar. The teacher gave me a prize for getting the best score on a test and everyone wanted it. The cutest girl in the class approached me and said she wanted it, and so I gave her a discount. Sold it for just a dollar." I was just about to ask again why in the heck he thinks that's a normal conversation to have with your mother when I stop. My mind playing back to what he just said on repeat. The sound of the club was way too loud, so I probably heard wrong, but when I keep repeating what he said, I realize I wasn't. He tells his mother everything. Especially his firsts. "Was I..." I trailed, bi

We leave everything. ---

Everything I believe about my life… Everything my mother ever told me… Everything… Begins to crack. And for the first time since I’m brought here… A terrifying question enters my mind. What if he’s telling the truth?

"Tell them not to knock. I'll leave the front door open." "Fine. I'll leave mine on during my meetings. Just leave a voice mail and I'll step out and call back right away. Meanwhile, I'm going to IM my friend Drake and see if he knows anything that could help. He's something of an expert in supernatural matters. He'll be in touch with Wesley." "Thanks. I'm willing to follow any lead at this point."

He can't believe of what he just saw. ”By the way, you mean to say is that you know everything?" “Yes i do” “Every little thing about me?” “Yes” “Every single memories I have?” “Just shut up and accept it. I saw everything. I know everything and I can even let it flash right in front of your face to makenyou believe of it” “Then... you know where are we right now?

Because she must share this blazing indignation that consumes me. She answers immediately. — Cassandre? Is everything okay, my dear? I close my eyes, inhale, then I drop the bomb, in a cold voice. — Mom… It’s over. A leaden silence. — Over? What do you mean? I walk, my footsteps echoing on the floor like sentences. — They know everything. Every single thing I’ve done. Every maneuver, every lie, every secret. Everything has been uncovered. My throat tightens, but my voice remains hard, relentless.

It will drive her mad. He has that same look in his eyes that look of desire and I watched as the truth of my words seems to sink in his head. “Tell me what you’re into,” he says. “I don’t know.” Excitement ripples through me. “Everything.” “The word everything is a bit of a stretch, do you want me to pierce you? Cut you? Shock you with a violet wand? "What people do that? Hell no"I quickly say.. Then you’re not interested in everything,” he says. “Take a moment to think about it.”

“The truth about what?” “Everything, Damian. I want everything.”