Tell No One Mga Nobela at Kwento

But he knew that there was no use talking to his stupid human about this so he decided the mates to deal with whatever situation they were creating for themselves on their own. "I said I was kidding." Ezekiel repeated. Noelle simply nodded. "So about getting info from rogues-" "That will be an absolute no." . . . ___________________________

Is everything okay? I typed and replied. Call me if you're not busy. I waited, but no response. I'm so doomed. Can I work with Reid again? Without imaging his lips pressed against mine? Can I look into his mesmerizing eyes without wanting to be wrapped against his muscular arms? Becca Dela Vine, you are in big big trouble, woman! I took deep breaths because of frustrations. My phone rang; it's an unlisted number, yet I picked it up. It might have been Sierra using her husband's phone.

To grandma, I'm just an ordinary person who lacks a taste of the finer things in life, and I guess that's not entirely false. I eventually get a text from Aunty Judi letting me know that they are 5 minutes away. I then announce it so everyone is in position for the surprise. Now grandma is old, despite her not wanting to accept that. I made it clear to everyone that there will be no screaming 'surprise' as I don't now want her having a heart attack.

"Please, Shana, promise me you won't tell anyone about this. It's still new... well, whatever it is and I'm not sure where it's going. We're keeping it quiet for now." I nodded, agreeing to keep their secret, "I promise, I won't tell anyone. So, nobody else knows? Not even Lucas?"

And he didn’t need supernatural intuition to know it had everything to do with the story that refused to die… and the truth someone desperately didn’t want him to reveal. He exhaled shakily. There was no one to tell. No one who would believe him. Except her. But he couldn’t drag Amara back into the mess not until he understood who was holding the strings. His fingers trembled as he reached for his phone. He typed a message to her: “Amara… I think something is wrong. I don’t know how to say this, but” He stopped. Deleted it. Typed again. Deleted again. How do you warn someone without sounding like you’re unraveling?

Giving me a look that says really, that’s what you want to know “ no our is not soundproof yet” “ Thanks, what do you want to know?”. “ I don’t even know where to being like there are so many things I want to ask you?” he says and he looks trouble about this. So, I help him out “ well I’m hoping that you can handle what I’m about to tell you, other than Bethany and my mom no one knows about it and it's for good reason.” I told him. I can’t stress that enough to him and when he nodded I went to stand by the window no matter how much I want to look in the eyes to see his reaction I just can’t handle another rejection.

Luck for me, they were audible this time around and I could at least pick up a few necessary pieces of information I needed urgently. “All these people? That would be too much to handle” The other person responded after a heavy sigh. Although I couldn’t decipher what he meant by his statement, within my heart, I knew all was not going to be well. I forced myself to listen to what they were speaking so low about while trying not to sob out loud. My thumping heart neither stopped nor did the ache do. I was in a great dilemma upon hearing his next word. “No one is to know what I am going to tell you” He took an unpredictable pause in his statement and after a while, continued. “Some of them may

it continued. “No, I haven’t,” I said quickly....too quickly. “Yes, you have.” “I don’t even know who you are.” “Of course you do, you have been waiting for me.” My heart was beating too fast now, my thoughts moving too quickly, everything tightening around one truth I didn’t want to face. No one should know about that, absolutely no one. “Who told you that?” I demanded. “You did.” “I never said that out loud.” “You didn’t have to.”

He yells and my jaw clenches again. "No one will know if you just keep this to yourself." I say and he blinks at me. "What?" “I said that no one will know if you just keep it to yourself.” Jake stares at me, his mouth slightly open. “You can’t be serious.” He says, folding his arms in front if his chest. “I am deadly serious, about thisJake." I snap. "No one needs to know what happened here. Not Derek, not Bianca, not anyone. Do we understand each other?”

Some messes can wait. No has to know. This one can’t.