What She Knew Book Novels & Stories

“Your life... Charles gave it to you. “We thought your silence meant that you had let him go. We never imagined you’d be plotting this behind our backs! “Even if Charles truly abandoned you back then, you shouldn’t have gone this far!” It was true. If she wanted my life, I could have given it to her without hesitation. What crime had my parents committed, though? When Sylvia learned of everything that had happened that year, she felt as if all her strength had suddenly been drained. Like a zombie, she neither cried nor protested and merely sat down on the couch in silence. “So... what you’re saying is the person I hated the most was actually my savior. “Those seven years of mine were a mista

said Kiara as she looked at the book . " She started to walk ahead and looked around for the mysterious lady . ' Now that I think about it ! The mysterious lady in my dreams seems to know well what will happen and her predictions are always accurate . She said the world I know up until now will change and everything will turn upside down . I would have to be ready for an adventure that was waiting ahead of me..........How did she know all these ?!.................She told me that we wouldn't meet for a while and I really didn't see her since the last time we spoke when I was in a come from the poison . ' thought Kiara as she looked around .

I asked her. She pursed her lips tightly as if something dawned on her. We were then enveloped by an awkward silence for some good minutes until she chose to break it. “I can read the basics but not the entire document,” she confessed, almost inaudibly. My lips slightly parted in surprise. She didn't know how to read complex documents... Lincoln's agents didn't even clear things up. They just let this poor old woman assume it was the orphanage she was dealing with! I looked up and muttered, “Jesus Christ...”

Not only because my dad is one of the board of directors in the university, but with my brain I charmed her, making a spot for my very own self. We both were indulged in a conversation regarding the medical field. And I can bet my life, you can never have a conversation with her until you have knowledge about flying ants to launch spacecraft. A woman with a great mind and astonishing intelligence, who has the capacity to make you swab yourself if you mess with her. Nonetheless, it would not be astonishing when you realised the fact why I am her favourite. I top the charts with distinction.

With tears in my eyes, I looked into her eyes, barely seeing her through the water "Helena, just tell me what I did." "You want to know? Don't worry, you will soon. But first, I need to take care of something really important. I have to get someone out of the way," She straightened in front of me and headed back to where she was seated before. She picked up a gun from the table beside the chair and walked back to me. " You see, in this gun are special bullets infused with wolfsbane so they'll kill you and your wolf instantly." How did she know about that? " Don't look so surprised, I know you're a werewolf. I've known since the day I met you. Infact, I knew about you before I even met you."

Instead, she stared out at the city lights as if I were an unwelcome shadow in her perfectly curated world. I followed, each step heavier than the last, and lowered myself onto the far end of the sofa, leaving careful space between us. Her coldness pressed against me like a physical force. It wrapped around my throat, tightening with every silent second, until the thought I’d been dreading crystallized in my mind: She already knows. She knows about Nathan. The realization settled low in my stomach, heavy and sickening. I searched her profile for any crack in that flawless composure, but her jaw was set, her shoulders squared, her fingers resting lightly on the arm of the sofa as though she w

She'd always loved February for this. She walked through the Village, past the coffee shop where she'd met Daniel, which she registered without slowing down. Past a bookstore she didn't know, small and overfull, a handwritten sign in the window: WE HAVE WHAT YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU NEEDED. She stopped. Read it twice. Thought about Margins and its system of association and the owner who'd said you'll come back like it wasn't a question. She went in. She spent thirty minutes in there. She bought two books — one for herself, one that she'd spotted immediately and known was for Caleb in the specific, involuntary way she sometimes knew things before she'd decided to know them.

She stated with an attitude that I would soon be taking care of. I looked over at her soft features and down at the book. If she betrayed me I would destroy the whole universe before anyone could blink their eyes. I put my hand over the book and pulled. The book started to glow and slowly all the knowledge that was in the book slowly came to me. "Okay while you are doing that I'm going to look at you." She said as she grabbed my shirt and tried to pull it up. "Stop." I ordered roughly as I eyed her curiously. She seemed different, like a completely different Goddess.

She didn’t move like an enemy, but that meant nothing. "I’m looking for a book," I said plainly. "Spare me the riddles." Her smile faded slightly. "A book?" she echoed. "You call it that, but The Knowledge is more than ink and paper. It is a curse bound in leather, whispering to those who dare open it." "I don’t fear curses." She stepped closer, the air around her thickening. "No," she agreed. "You fear nothing. And that is why you will suffer more than most."

I'm really sorry! She suddenly scrambled toward me. Her knees and palms scraped across the rough surface, tearing skin open, but she didn't seem to feel it. She dragged herself in front of me and reached for my arm. "Carter, tell me this isn't true. Tell me!" I didn't move. Her fingers clamped around my wrist, tight and desperate. "Say something. Please, just say something!" I looked down at her, but said nothing. "I shouldn't have treated you like that. I didn't know. I didn't know you did all that for me. Why didn't you tell me?"