Things I Never Said Book Novels & Stories

Alexa I never thought my life turned out like this. Never in my life want something like this to happen. I bet no one ever wants to. All my life, I only want happiness and a happy ending which later, I can tell my grandchild that my life is like a fairytale. I guess that will never happen then. You guys might be wondering why I said this. let me tell you.

Her heart swelled with pride, but she told herself that she would never forgive James for everything he put her through. James had once said that she should abort the baby and that the baby was her trump card. She wanted to take her hand away from James, but she stopped herself in the end. Their lives had turned full circle, she realized how true the saying that says “it is easy for love to turn to hate.”

"That's why it's only right for you to be scared, sweetheart." Ivory felt her heart sink into an abyss at his words. In novels, the female protagonist would meet a better man after leaving the male protagonist. Then, a new chapter of her life would begin. However, reality wasn't the same as novels. It would only turn out to be worse. If that were the case, she didn't want to put up an act anymore. She threw caution to the wind and said, "I was a little scared when you first came in, but I'm not anymore.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Mallory. A year ago, I went through a tough time. Someone stole my belongings, destroyed my things, slashed photos of my family, spread rumors that I had a sugar daddy, and even incited thousands of people to attack me publicly. They wrapped their actions in a grand excuse—'resenting the wealthy' and 'seeking justice.' But in truth, it was jealousy. It was plain cruelty." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across the room. "My dad taught me to be humble and kind. But that experience taught me something important. Kindness needs an edge. When you face injustice and harm, silence isn't golden—fighting back is the best way to protect yourself. I hope this foundation be

I wanted to ask but decided against it. 3. Never come out of the attic unless it's for chores or he calls for me. 4. Have breakfast, lunch, and dinner ready for him every day at the times he scheduled. 5. Never disrespect him or face the consequences (he doesn't specify what would be deemed disrespectful). 6. The last and most important rule... never to speak of what happens behind these doors. I soon broke most of these rules or in his mind, I broke them so I would get punished.

Pero napansin kong ganoon din ang ginawa niya. Tahimik niyang binuksan ang papel. Pagkatapos ay bigla siyang napatigil. Nanlamig ang pakiramdam ko. "Ano iyon?" Hindi siya agad sumagot. Sa halip ay iniabot niya sa akin ang papel. Nanginginig ang mga daliri ko habang binabasa ang unang linya. —If you're reading this... then something went terribly wrong.— Parang huminto ang paghinga ko.

Let me take you out to Fontaine's tonight to make up for it, okay? I did not correct her. My parents had chronic health conditions, and that gift box was one I had carefully chosen from the only vendor that carried it. It was not something available just anywhere. I did not remind her, either, that I did not like Fontaine's. I had already told her this many times. She did not care, and she never would. Bringing it up again would only earn me another lecture about being difficult and dramatic. None of it mattered anymore.

I remembered—crystal clear—the day he had once warned me, "Home? This will never be your home. Don't be stupid. My pack and villa have nothing to do with you." After that, I stopped using the word "home". "Ryan, I'm not that naive. You never loved me." His face paled. "That's not true. I didn't realize it before, but I do now. I'll love you properly this time. I'll announce us to the world and mark you for real. I've already fallen for you. Come back with me." I tilted my head, puzzled. "And what does that have to do with me?" Before Ryan could answer, another voice cut through the air.

"And now you've spilled coffee on the only organized thing I had left." Noah said nothing. He looked at the soaked notes on the table then at me. He picked up the dry edge of my top notebook page and put it back down. "You're right," he said. I blinked. "About all of it." His voice was quiet. "Every word." I didn't know what to do with that. I had prepared for a lot of responses he usually performed when a conversation got too close to something real. I had not prepared for two words delivered with the full weight of someone who actually meant them.

The strange thing was, though I had never seen the contents of this book before, the name Brielle Davenport somehow felt vaguely familiar. Claudia teased, "Trev, she wouldn't happen to be some ex of yours who wrote this book to commemorate you, would she?" I laughed and pinched her cheek. "I've never been in a relationship before." And I truly didn't remember ever having been in love. Maybe I really had forgotten something. But if I could forget it, then it couldn't have been that important. Smiling, I closed the book, climbed onto a stool, and placed it on the highest shelf—high enough that I would never reach for it again in this lifetime.