The One Nobody Knew Novels & Stories

In the quiet town of Everwood, where the rustling leaves whispered secrets and shadows clung to the edges of reality, a group of friends stumbled upon a hidden dimension that would unravel the fabric of their ordinary lives. It all began with a mysterious old radio, crackling with static in the basement of Jake's family home. Late one summer night, as they tuned into frequencies unknown, the friends—Jake, Emily, Noah, and Lily—accidentally opened a portal to the Upside Realms, a parallel dimension dripping with eerie echoes of their own world.

***** Nia walked so hard on the files that she didn't even know when night fell, she was determined to finish them up after reading so many interesting proposals, some made her laugh, some impressed her, with that, she was able to finish a work of three days in just 24 hrs. She then picked up another file, opening it, she saw a letter inside of it, the letter read: “Meet me at RODIN'S FOODS by 7pm." the was no name on it, neither the sender or the recipient, but it was directed to her. It was already 6:15pm, she wasn't sure who the person was, but she knew that it had something to do with "MR.NOBODY." Well it was a mystery, and Mr.Nobody was really mysterious.

Questions swirled in her mind. Slowly, compelled by curiosity, Melissa retraced her steps toward the bed. She approached silently, mindful not to disturb the sleeper. As she drew closer, she caught a glimpse of a flawlessly chiseled profile—a face defined by dark features, thick eyelashes, and raven-black hair. "Jeremy Nobody...?" Melissa whispered, her voice betraying both surprise and disbelief. How on earth did she end up in his house?

And I knew there was more to it. There’s only one man on the continent, and that one man whose description literally ended with ‘But no one knows Ezekiel Grayson’. Ezekiel-fucking-Grayson. CEO of GrayHill Enterprise. And I just… I- My face paled. The whispers and questions clawed at my anonymity like it was paper. They didn’t know my name, but they knew one thing: I was with Ezekiel Grayson. And that was enough to turn me into a headline.

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.

She really cared about them. I noticed that no matter where we went, the stench around Elise stayed just as heavy. Strangely, even after we left the apartment complex, no one looked at us twice. Could they not smell it, or did they just not know it was coming from her? A sense of panic started creeping in. I stopped a passerby. "Excuse me, do you smell anything strange?" He gave me an odd look. "No, I don't smell anything." How was that possible? We were standing that close. How could he not smell it?

“Apparently, someone offered one hundred million dollars.” I blinked. “For what?” “For you.” I stared at her. “What?” “One hundred million dollars to anyone who could provide information that would lead to your rescue.” I couldn’t speak. “One hundred million?” She nodded. “That’s what I heard.” “Who offered it?” “That’s the thing.” She shook her head. “Nobody knows.” I frowned. “How can nobody know who offered that kind of money?” “I don’t know. The message apparently spread through certain people. No name. No company. Nothing.”

Real, fragile, terrifying hope. Then her phone buzzed again. A message from an unknown number. Not Diana's. Not Richard Cole's. Not Camille's. She opened it. Three words. I know everything.

My camera could take pictures of people as they would look three days in the future. I took a photo of my parents. They were sitting in the front row at my wedding, their hands clasped tightly and smiles of satisfaction on their faces. Then a photo of my sister. She was standing off to the side, smiling as she held the ring box. Next was my childhood best friend. He was dressed as a groomsman, filming the ceremony on his phone with an excited look on his face. Everyone looked happy. Everything was perfect. Excitedly, I turned the camera toward my girlfriend Vivian. But the instant I pressed the shutter, I stopped breathing. In the photo, Vivian was slipping a ring onto someone's finger

It was an easy conversation, and I was enjoying myself. At some point, I got up to greet Nia again and compliment her on the success of the event planning. She was pleased with how things were going, though she admitted she had spent most of the afternoon making sure everything was in place. We laughed about the amount of effort that went into organising a birthday celebration, especially when you wanted everything to look effortless. I was making my way back towards the table when I noticed someone familiar across the room. At first, I wasn't entirely sure it was him. Then he turned slightly, and I recognised Tom.