Tell No One Novels & Stories

Tried not to think about late nights, closed hotels, language barriers, or the fact that I was suddenly very aware of how far from home I was. Then my phone buzzed in my hand. The vibration was sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet like a warning bell. Relief surged instinctively as I glanced down. Good, I thought. Information. Solutions. It evaporated instantly. We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, your reservation has been cancelled. I stared at the screen. Then I read it again. And again. Like repetition might soften the words. Like maybe they would rearrange themselves into something less final.

"How many have you told?" I furrowed my brows. "Hm, no one." "Good." She grabbed my hands and squeezed them. "Tell no one. You must keep this a secret from everyone." She whispered. I was confused, it looked as if knowing about the Lazza sickness was a crime like I would be litigated for just knowing. "Why? Does no one know? Romeo, Sofia?" I also whispered and trust me, I had no idea why we were whispering. She shook her head. "No! I am the only one who did. And I am amazed you do."

"Well, it hasn't happened yet, but it will be very soon. And I expect that there won't be a single thing released about this." "Not at all." I walked them to the door and waved to them as they drove off. I was dying to tell someone and normally that would be Konner, but I can't call him, unless I want to be murdered. I thought about Kennedy, but she has a big fucking mouth. The only other person I could call was Alicia. I know that I told Finny I wouldn't talk to her unless she was with me, but I just needed to tell someone. I pulled my phone out and dialed her number and headed upstairs to hide the ring.

"If anyone is found to have spread it, they will be called in for a talk." "Isn't this just something minor? Why can't we talk about it?" Cindy had never imagined this would be the outcome she got after the long wait. "Who told you these are minor matters?" Randy hissed quickly. "In high society, gossip and rumors like this are taboo. Ever played the game Broken Telephone? You tell one version, and the next person who hears it passes on another version. " Nobody asked anything else after that. Around half-past nine, the notice was sent out again as an official document.

"I'm seriously devastated." Tata falls silent. "You sure you don't know about this, Ta?" Yessy asks, a bit urgently. Confused about how to respond to the question, Tata doesn't know what to say. The news spreads so quickly. Office gossip is just as dangerous as neighborhood gossip. A little spark can set off an explosion in one area. "It's impossible for Tata not to know, Yes," Peoni chimes in. "Yeah, maybe." Yessy's shoulders slump weakly. "Well... there won't be any eye candy left."

It was just after 10 a.m. when Ryan’s post went viral. Not on social media not yet but on the campus bulletin board, where anonymous stories came and went every week. This one didn’t go quietly. “The people who say they love you might just want to own you.” “I’m telling this story so no one else has to stay quiet.” The anonymous post didn’t name names. But everyone knew. And by noon, whispers had turned into hallway glances. Lecturers had started to murmur.

He really couldn't be without me, so I—" "You don't have to explain," I cut her off. "And I'm not mad. I went out to dinner with some coworkers tonight and didn't check my phone." She froze, clearly not expecting that answer. "Did you go out with your coworkers without telling me?" I replied calmly, "We're adults. We should have our own space. I don't need to report every little thing to you, do I?" The moment she heard that, she went completely still. And from her expression, I knew she understood.

It's not like I am worried about the people who are unconcerned about me. *TING* I heard a notification pop out of my phone. So, I immediately check on it. 'Honey, how are you? I missed you. I am glad you still have my number on your phone. Please be safe! This is your husband's company address xxxxxx and his plate number xxxxx. Can we call?' Licking my lips, I typed on my phone. 'Mom, thank you! But, I can't call you right now. I have something else to do. We can talk about it later?'

It was laughable. I sent a message to my colleague, telling him that I did not have much time left. He was shocked. I had never told anyone about my illness, so at first, he thought I was joking. It was not until I repeated it again and again that I really did have cancer that he finally fell silent. After a long pause, he asked which hospital I was in. I told him it was City General Hospital. He hurriedly replied with just three words: [Wait for me.]

Unknown Number. This time there was no photograph. No video. No warning. Just a date. A location. And one sentence. “Ask your father what happened that night.”