Things I Never Said Book Novels & Stories

All I'd done was follow my heart, I'd hardly had a conversation with any of them about my situation. Even though I know they weren't fans of my actions, they'd never made effort to talk to me about it. They just gave me looks. So yes, this is beyond shocking to me. "Alex, sometimes people who care about you don't say stuff to you in fear of hurting your feelings." She says to me in solace clearly seeing my racing mind. "Sometimes it's that they don't know exactly what or how to say things to you, not that they don't want to. That's when people like me come in." She continues to say as everyone remains quiet.

"You’re trying to block the flow! That’s why it’s burning you! You have to be the river, not the dam!" "I'll burn out!" Rangga screamed, his voice cracking. He felt the mountain’s consciousness—vast, cold, and utterly indifferent—flooding into his mind. It wasn't just energy; it was information, a recursive loop of tectonic memory that threatened to erase his own identity. He saw the birth of the mountain, the cooling of the earth, the way the Buntu bloodline had been woven into the stone like threads in a tapestry. "I can't hold all of it!"

I replied and when I removed the cloths, I realized they were paintings and pictures of his wife and daughter and that caused a confusion in my mind cos I knew I’ll never have a place in his heart, no matter how hard I try. //////// Hey lovelies, thank you for staying this far. Kindly check out this book “The CEO’s secret” It’s my second book and the favorite I’ve wrtten so far. You’ll love it, I promise. Thank you so much and stay safe out there.

The cursor blinked at me again, still smug. But this time, I didn’t blink back. I didn’t write the scene I was supposed to. I didn’t pick up where my fictional lovers had left off. Instead, I opened a new document. Titled it “Things I Never Said.” And I started typing. To my father. To Nadia. To the version of myself that still thought she needed to be perfect. I didn’t stop to edit. I didn’t even stop to breathe properly. I wrote like I was pulling out splinters. One by one. It hurt. God, it hurt. But it also felt like cleaning a wound.

Something that always bothered me was that we never did anything for him. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

“Adrián mentioned without any shelter. I raised an eyebrow at his comment, hoping that he would retract it or that he would want to explain to me why he had said it, but it wasn't like that, he knew perfectly well what he was saying. “I'm sure there are many others who would die to be with you. “he added smiling and lowering his head, as if hesitating to say what followed that sentence. “Especially me. “she finished saying. I took a step back in surprise, I couldn't handle all that information. “Adrian, you and I are just friends... “I commented nervously, I didn't expect this information at all and moreover it came to me in this way, I really would have expected anything, except this, I jus

“For the silver in the old solar.” His mouth curved, not quite a smile. “You know,” he said lightly, “you are the only one who never sounds as though you are reciting a lesson when you speak to me.” My chest tightened in a way I pretended not to notice. “I speak plainly,” I said. “It is a habit of mine.” “A dangerous one.” I should have laughed. I should have bowed my head. Instead, I found myself saying, “Only if one listens too closely.” Silence settled between us—thick, expectant. The castle seemed to draw inward, as though holding its breath.

"We have nothing to talk about. If you have something to say, Mr. Ford, just say it here." It was rush hour, and the office tower was swarming with people. Although most passersby couldn't understand our language, a few curious onlookers began to linger. Maxwell looked around. The apology caught in his throat, and when he met the calm, still look in my eyes, his heart lurched. I was looking at him like he was a total stranger. All my gentleness and love had vanished, and only a cold, hollow indifference remained. He had a sudden premonition that he had truly lost me for good.

But what's simmering beneath the surface is something far more dangerous. Attraction. One I've never allowed myself to place on him before, or at least notice. But now it's at the forefront of my mind, and I can't unsee it. Clearing my throat, I say the four most important words I've ever said to him. "This never fucking happened." His tongue swipes out over his bottom lip, a small smirk curling into place there. "At least we can agree on something, Orlov."

I hadn't meant that she wished me dead— "Claire I didn't mean to sound like a—" "A prick? No you don't sound like one. I should apologize" "For what?" "Earlier at the book club" "Aah the famous book club" Everything that had transpired before the fire had evaporated from my mind like paraffin to the sun. I could barely remember what I had said to her that had made her upset or what we had been arguing about in the first place. "You said every mother must have been afraid at some point before deciding to be pregnant"