Tell No One Novels & Stories

“But I do not know how you would take the news, so I don’t know how to tell you.” “Am I some sort of monster now?” Noah asked, looking visibly offended by her words. “No, no. It’s just that. I don’t know. How would you feel about it if I told you that I was...” Natalia trailed off, suddenly feeling too nervous to go through with it all. “If you have something to say, say it. If you have nothing to say, or you’re too nervous to say it, leave me to eat my food in peace! I’m too busy for all this.” Noah yelled and continued to eat.

An unknown number. One message. UNKNOWN NUMBER: You just made it worse.

What a ridiculous, petty metric for a soul in freefall. Then Ted drops the real question like a stone. "Does she know though? Are you telling her? Should I tell the boys or Lot—" "Don’t you dare do anything." My voice cuts him off, hard. The cigarette snaps between my fingers. Ice slides into my veins. "Ted, remember what I told you. Don’t tell anyone." I hear him mutter under his breath, swearing again. "I know. I remember. Well, have you gone through the pamphlet I showed you?"

He said. “No one knew? Why?” I asks “Just… madam doesn’t want anyone to know. So please, please don’t tell it to anyone too. Especially if you met a new friends here or join a circle of friends. You shouldn’t tell this to anyone, because we will be doomed if that happens” he said. How can I tell it to anyone? I am so embarrassed to make friends with other people. I am an introvert. I prefer to stay away from them.

"Wait, you're going to tell me that isn't real love yet not accept it yourself? Don't patronise me, Daddy, because if you try and make me believe love is amazing, then you better fucking believe it yourself!" "Language, baby girl! Don't start." He glares at me. Okay, maybe I went a little crazy. "Sorry, daddy." I panicked. "It's okay, baby girl, let's forget all that for now. I want to know where you are living." "Why?" "Why not? Why are you hiding where you're living from your family?" "I just don't want people to know. If I tell my dad, he tells mum, she tells Mel. We all know if Paul rang her and asked where I was, she would give him and anyone else my address."

The car immediately pulls away from the curb. “It's concerning your little glow-up two nights ago” I jerk back “Wait, you know? He told you” I asked offended. What happened to just the both of us? “Zayne told Naya and she told me” Noah explains from the driver's seat. “Does everyone know? Lily?” Oliver? How come no one said anything? Why does no one tell me things?! I mean it’s my life. I should know who gets to know and who doesn’t. “Not everyone was informed, just the senior enforcers, and your instructors, basically those that needed to know,” Noah says

“But–” “Listen to me, listen. Now that you know about it, I want you to promise me two things.” She stopped to take a breather. “Don’t tell anyone about it. No one. Not until you’re strong enough. Second; never use it in front of anyone until you’re strong enough. Never. If someone’s about to die in front of you right now, let them be. You’re not ready to bear the consequences.” “What do you mean?” Mallory asked in frustration, feeling aghast at her words. Not tell anyone? Not to save anyone? “Why—”

I had been secretly dating Vito, heir to the Carlisi family, for five years, yet we never went public. He said he had too many enemies, so he didn’t want me to become a target for assassination. On our fifth anniversary, I overheard a conversation from the study: "Vito really has a way with women. He even got Bianca, the Rossi family principessa, to keep their relationship secret for five years." "Sia is coming back soon. When she sees you showing up with Bianca, she's probably kicking herself right now." Sia was his childhood sweetheart, the one who had left the country after he chose someone else. The next day, Vito took me to Sia's birthday banquet just as expected, putting on a show of a

My smile widened. There was no point explaining it to him. His understanding was still confined to this small town. Little did he know that the current layoffs were just the tip of the iceberg compared to the national situation. Soon, this wave of layoffs would sweep the entire country. It would be too late to think about making a living by then. I decisively grabbed my personal belongings and my layoff notice, leaving the dormitory. Before I left, I saw the layoff list posted on the bulletin board. My name was on it.

I opened the messaging app and typed: [Don’t bother coming. I’m already home.] I hit send. The screen went dark. The house fell completely silent. I leaned back on my couch and closed my eyes. The small, stubborn hope I held onto finally faded.