The One Nobody Knew Novels & Stories

How do I take care of this child? What do I do now? Getting rid of it is definitely not an option, I don’t want blood on my hands. How do I even break this news to Angela? That I got pregnant for a one night stand? A man I barely know? The only thing I know about that guy is the fact that he’s rich and his name is Drake and he organizes galas on Tuesdays. Who gets pregnant for a man that hosts galas on Tuesdays? I begin to pace back and forth again until I hear the front door open.

The woman threw a dead glare across to her after which she turned to look at Grey. “Who is this? And why is she here?” The woman asked Grey, who suddenly started laughing aloud. Grey rolled his eyes at One and whispered some words into the woman’s ears. “Ohh…so, she’s a nobody”, the woman muttered, but loud enough for One to hear. One felt a pang in her chest, but she only lowered her head to the ground since she had no right to say a word. “Why are you here?” Grey asked One, with a look of disdain in her his eyes.

I whispered, gripping my clutch like it was a life vest. The car door opened. Alaric stepped out first, tall and commanding, the crowd roaring at his presence. Then he turned and held out his hand. My heart thudded. I placed my fingers in his, and he helped me out of the limo. The cameras exploded in a storm of light, and gasps rippled through the crowd. For once, no one was looking at him. They were looking at me. Kimani Walker, the “nobody” girl from nowhere, walking the red carpet on the arm of the city’s most untouchable billionaire.

"We have twenty-four hours to prepare for a witness who can sink our entire case." I looked at Adrian, the clock ticking relentlessly toward the final showdown. Our victory was fragile, and the enemy had just introduced a hidden weapon designed to tear us apart in front of the judge. The fight wasn't over. It had just moved to the most dangerous ground of all: our private lives.

The next day, a colleague handed me two movie tickets. I was told that a new movie was released recently and that it was worth watching. “You and Camelia should go. It’s a sweet romance, perfect for you two!” The colleague winked at me, then turned back to their work. I thanked them and hesitated for a moment before deciding to call Camelia. The phone rang for a long time before the call was connected. “Waylon, what’s the matter?” Camelia’s gentle voice came through.

Since I first heard that song, my soul screamed to dance it with the one person who made me feel like this. —When you're so in love (oh, when you're so in love) And your souls touch (oh!) But it's still not enough Where does it go? (Whoa, hey) Where does it go? Nobody knows (hey, nobody) Where the love goes —And that was Nobody Knows. So why not end with a kiss? After all, not everything can be perfect, not everything can have a happy ending. And that's exactly what the damn, stupid phone wanted to interrupt, making us pull apart.

"He's going to destroy her. Just like he did to Sabrina. RIP to this poor girl's heart." "Yuck. Someone tell her to RUN before he drops the bombshell." I locked my phone so hard I almost cracked the screen, then shoved it into my bag as the Uber driver pulled up to the airport pickup. A week ago, I was nobody. The kind of nobody people don't look at twice on the sidewalk. The kind who blends into coffee shop crowds and grocery store lines. I existed in this perfectly invisible bubble where no one gave a damn what I did or who I was with.

They talked because they had little else, and they talked to Nobody because he had somehow become one of them without ever trying to become anything at all. Few weeks before, he had been another forgotten man sleeping on the street. Today, half the street seemed convinced he was some legendary combat instructor who had accidentally chosen homelessness as a retirement plan. He didn't correct them. He didn't encourage them either. He simply kept moving. A city bus roared past, briefly drowning the surrounding noise. When it disappeared, Nobody found himself approaching another familiar face. "Trash King!" This time, it was a woman leaning against the entrance of a small convenience store.

Only open it when two futures become one. The light grew brighter. Every person in the Hall turned toward the box. No one knew what it contained. Except, perhaps… Elena. Her confident smile disappeared for the first time. She whispered a single word. “No…”

I wasn't sure how much further I could push it alone in my tiny apartment without getting arrested or bored. My phone buzzed on the desk. Unknown number. I almost ignored it, but something made me swipe. **Unknown:** Your show tonight was sloppy. You held back. We both know you can take more. I stared at the screen, heart skipping. Trolls were common, but this felt different. Precise. Like they'd been studying me. **Me:** Who the fuck is this? **Unknown:** People who can make you a queen instead of a sideshow. Check your email. One time offer.