Tell No One Novels & Stories

“Nobody can know about this. None of your friends. Nobody.” My head bobs up and down. I’d snicker and ask him to tell me another good one, but I just had sex for the first time and don’t think this is the right time to get all sarcastic. “I won’t say anything to anybody. Not ever.” He stares at me for a long time like he’s trying to figure out whether I’m telling the truth. I must convince him because he nods. “Good. And obviously, nobody back home can know.”

We only have each other now and we can only rely on each other from now on. So the fact that I'm keeping such a secret away from her is eating me away bit by bit. Why can't I just tell her what happened? I know that she won't be telling anyone else. She's not like that at all she knows how to respect thr privacy of others . EVa has always been good at that so I know that as long as I tell her to keep her mouth shut, she isn't going to say anything. Yet, I could not forget Giveon's earnings. Will he be mad at me if I tell Eva and get her to promise that she won't tell anyone's else?

tell I know for sure. Gage: Fuck Kai, did you get some kind of STD? Me: Fuck off Gage... just meet me at the apartment around lunch.

"Wedding's in two days. Your dress is ready—they want you to try it on." I nodded. I knew I'd never walk down that aisle, but maybe slipping into the dress, snapping a few pics... it'd be something. My throat tightened. I blurted, "If I died... would you miss me?" His face fell. He grabbed my hand, full panic. "Don't say that. You're not dying." "But what if I do? I have lung canc—" "Mr. Santoro! Dr. Bellanti fainted!" a nurse shouted from the hall.

Two weeks back, I found myself knee-deep in a mission to dismantle the nefarious web spun by those purveyors of fabricated scandals. My solitary endeavor was almost in full swing when, out of the blue, an unexpected message dropped into my digital realm. The sender bore the mysterious alias "Zero-One," which was as intriguing as a riddle whispered in the wind. "Who you are, I know," Zero-One's message began, each word dripping with enigma, concealing his true self beneath layers of anonymity. "Stop what you're doing."

In the end they passed the long hallway without uttering a word. In the president's office the president said"Leave me alone for now". A superior showing his emotions to Subordinates was not good after all. Steven asked "Sir should we announce failure of the project."They had announced about revival of the project after all.If they just failed it wouldn't mean much.But if they didn't say anything then it would matter.So Steven had to ask for this. President said"We shall announce it tomorrow." Steven left and leaned on the closed door,he had served Charles since he was just a kid.So he felt melancholy at the sadness of the president.But he couldn't do anything about it,he was after all just

he screamed I nodded, scared now of this new Uncle Sam. "This is an expensive joke, Danika. A very expensive joke. I don’t want you to ever tell anybody about this. I don’t want you to tell your parents. I don’t want you to tell your brother. I don’t want you to tell your friends. I don’t want you to tell your teachers in the school. Don’t tell anybody, if not, I will never become the uncle Sam that you have always known anymore”

"Mate. Are you home? We're thinking of hitting a few places before the party. You up for it?" "No." He scratched the side of his nose. "I'm at my aunt's. I'll see you at the party though." It was best they think he isn't home. "Cool. See you there." Tate said. Tom walked back into the kitchen. "We didn't announce it to the entire school. What happened couldn't be helped." "It's still not fair. It just isn't." Toni sighed. "Everyone who knew found out. We didn't tell them. Except for Marvin and Sawyer. But if you had guessed I wouldn't have denied it."

Shhh, don't tell anyone. "We keep it a secret."

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.