The Story Of Us Novels & Stories

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordinary family encountering trouble, solving it rationally, protecting each other, and living well. This is the most real, decent, and precious life.

“I’ve noticed. He kind of likes to annoy you.” “Oh, it’s his life mission.” Mrs. Fisher cleared her throat from the front. “Alright, who can tell me the first step?” Dead silence. I looked at my desk. Eye contact meant certain death and I wasn't prepared for that. Ella leaned closer, whispering, “I don’t get why letters get to hang out with numbers. It just feels wrong.” I smirked. “They call it algebra. I call it identity theft.” Her laugh escaped before she could stop it, and Mrs. Fisher’s gaze snapped to us. “Is something funny?”

As long as he held his last breath and was able to speak, that was enough. She even pondered how to torture him to make him spill every secret about Vanessa. But to her surprise, Zirion offered no resistance. Before she could even bring out her instruments, he confessed everything he knew. According to Vanessa, the world they lived in was actually a world in a fantasy storybook. Vanessa was someone from another world, so she knew everything that would happen in this one. Because of that, Selene had assumed she had some kind of "foresight" ability.

" He said nothing. “She cried when I accused her," I said bitterly. "Said she did it for us. For our future. As if I could have a future built on the corpses of children." The memory struck me hard. Flashback — Eight years ago. We were in Paris, hiding in a safehouse after an arms deal had gone sour. The windows were slick with water from the rain. She'd made coffee, and walked barefoot in one of my shirts, her dark hair tied in a knot at the back of her neck.

"Goodness me! Anna listed Sylvie up on eBay for 99 dollars per round! That's hilarious." "99 dollars? That's too much! A doormat like Sylvie is only worth 9.90 dollars at best." "Sylvie never would've gotten a chance if Anna hadn't gone abroad to study a few years ago. Just wait. Connor is going to divorce her soon enough. I bet it'll happen in three months." "I say a month!" "I say two weeks!" "Dude, this is the wrong group. Sylvie's in this one." Immediately, the chat group went silent. Soon afterward, Sylvie got a call from Connor.

Before she ran. She hadn’t told Kennedy about him yet. Not about how he betrayed her, not about how everyone turned on her when she spoke the truth. Not about the panic attacks or the weeks she couldn’t leave her bed. Not about how her mom finally said, “Maybe we should leave.” And she didn’t argue. “I needed a restart,” Maya said instead. Kennedy nodded, not pressing. “Sometimes the restart is worse than the original story.” Maya stared across the cafeteria where Zane sat, laughing quietly at something a friend said. Amaya stood near him like a queen guarding her throne. Everyone looked at them like a legend in motion. And now, Maya was tangled in their pages.

“Threw me out.” His jaw tightened. I kept talking. “I lived with a friend for a few months. Then with her brother. Slept in his bed for a while. Then another guy. Then another.” He nodded once. “That’s when it started.” “Yeah,” I said. “That’s when I realized sex could get me anything. A bed. A ride. A hug. Something that felt like love.” “And you’ve been chasing that same hit ever since.” I nodded. “And no one’s ever told you it wasn’t your fault?”

Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

Was it really an accident or something else? Misti's parents fell in love with each other when they first met in the past and they had a fairytale-like love story. Misti is fascinated by the love story of her parents and she wants the same for her life but she does not know that everyone's life is not the same and her love story will be a lot different than her parents'. But she did not know that her parents had faced a very challenging situation in the past but they overcame it with their love and faith in each other.