Novel & Cerita Tell No One

“Oh he……he…….he…….? It’s a song?? A new one. I don’t know it so well so I mix the words. That must’ve been what you heard” “Hmmmm…..okay. I guess.” Still a bit doubtful, Mom laid the topic to rest as she also went straight to bed. Ding! A message notification pops up on the screen of Izzy’s phone. [I’m so sorry for what happened today. I was just in over my head and the thoughts of you seeing someone else who isn’t me just sends me of the cliff. Isaac. ] [ We are just friends. I don’t know where you’re coming from with such a thing. What you did today was totally unacceptable. Very disrespectful. ] {send from Izzy’s iphone?

His handler is also concerned with me and what sort of physical threat I might pose. I take my finger off the intercom. A woman's voice answers. "Yes, who is it?" "Mrs Zelenyy?" "Yes." "I'm sorry, but your gardener said you weren't home.” He was mistaken. My name is Quintus Noone. Would it be possible to have a few moments of your time?" "What is this about?" "It concerns two of your late husband's friends. Robbie Chase and Igor Akinfeev." "What about them?" "Do you read the newspapers?"

No fans, no loud music, no team buses—literally nothing. I stopped dead in my tracks, pulling my wrist out of his grip and looking around the completely deserted concrete lot. "Uh... Lael?" I said, turning to face him with my hands on my hips. "Where is everyone? Where's the game?" Lael casually shoved his hands into his sweater pockets, a lazy, unbothered smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he leaned against the brick wall. "There isn't a game," he said smoothly. My jaw literally dropped. I stared at him for three full seconds, completely frozen as the realization hit my brain.

he said in his most professional voice. Sophia take a deep breath and just nodded. "It's okay. I understand." It was a relief for him that Sophia believed that none of what he had said were true because he just almost admitted everything to her a while ago and it is one of their rules to never tell anyone, not even a stranger, their story and most especially their past. He never intended to let anyone know the things about himself however, he already had said it and the least that he could do was to act as if he lied.

It had never been officially known that Thane had found his mate, but maybe we just weren’t well informed. “Those questions I would answer. I think you deserve to know something, but there is a condition. No one would ever hear about this,” he says. “Is this like a top secret?” I asked jokingly, “What would you do if I did tell someone?” “You won’t; I don’t think you will dare that,” he says, and I think about daring it, just to prove to him that I could. “Don’t worry, no one will know; as you can clearly see, I don’t have a lot of friends.”

Just then, a notification pinged on my phone—a message from an unknown number. My heart raced as I opened it, revealing a single line: "You don’t know the whole story about Ryan." My breath caught in my throat. Who was this? What did they know? I felt a chill run down my spine, and my instincts screamed that I was on the brink of uncovering something monumental. I quickly texted back, demanding to know who they were, but the response was immediate: "Meet me at the café on 5th at noon. Bring no one." The clock ticked ominously as I weighed my options, torn between fear and the desperate need for answers.

Present. And that somehow makes this harder. I inhale slowly, the air feeling too thick in my lungs. “Before I say anything,” I start, my voice quieter than I intend, “you need to promise me something.” She turns fully now. “Anything.” “You can’t tell anyone about what I am about to tell you,” I say. “Not Tony. Not your mom. Not your future therapist. No one.” Her expression sobers instantly. “Sage you are scaring me now.”

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

* I stared at the screen, my stomach dropping somewhere south of the sofa entirely. *"I didn't tell anyone. Rhett, I swear to you, I didn't say a single word. Not Amara, not Dylan, not my own mother. Nobody."* *"Then explain it to me. Because it wasn't Sophie, she's terrified of her own father finding out let alone mine. And it wasn't me."* *"I don't know how it got out. But it wasn't me."* *"You're the only other person who knew, Nova."*

No one. Tabby