Witness Me Novels & Stories

I asked, my voice steadier now, but no less urgent. “Make the witness take back their testimony,” he said bluntly, as if daring me to even try. “Convince them. Prove your innocence to them, beyond doubt.” My pulse thundered in my ears. I’d thought he might ask for a duel. A trial by fire. A physical test. But this? Changing the mind of someone who already betrayed me? That felt like walking into a den of knives with no armor. Still, I nodded. “Who is the witness?” I asked, breathless with dread.

Malisa’s POV "Do you want money from me? Here's the thing, I'll give you a large amount of money if you want to be a witness in this case. But don't back down in the middle of the road because you changed your mind or can't bear to see your friend, or even because of intimidation from the opposing party. I want you to be consistent and firm in being a witness in the trial later. You have to be honest and make statements that are in accordance with what you just told me.

“Testify. I’ll pay the bills now. For your daughter.” Mike looked at the photo on the wall. “She’s eleven. Same age you were, I think.” Sophia nodded. He met her eyes. “Okay. I’ll testify. But you protect us. Witness program if needed.” “Done,” she said. We left with his signed affidavit—names, dates, details. In the car, she leaned back. Closed her eyes. “We have it,” she whispered. “Direct witness. The watcher.” I started the engine. “We have it.”

That was what it did. "Witnessing is different from watching," Clara said slowly. "Watching is passive. Witnessing is—acknowledgment. Seeing something for what it is, and letting that seeing change you. The watcher has been watching for centuries, but it has never been witnessed. No one has ever truly seen it." "Until now," Seren said. "Until now." ---

Having the Witness watching everything is immediately uncomfortable, like an itch in my consciousness that I can’t scratch because it’s not physical. Every thought I have about my sons, every glance at Alistair, every moment of grief or hope or fear, the Witness is there documenting it all. “Can we have any privacy?” I ask. “No,” it replies simply. “Privacy would invalidate the observation. You agreed to complete access.” Possibility appears looking troubled again. “Timeline update,” she says. “The Witness observing your family for a year creates interesting branches. Some good, some catastrophic.”

After much persuasion, Steven reluctantly agreed to have Jasper as his witness, though he hoped he would not come to regret this decision. Moments later, Jane broke the silence, stating, "Um, Susan has also found you a second witness, as promised. This witness will serve as an eyewitness to the vicinity where the incident occurred, while our cousin Jasper will testify as your friend, as I mentioned earlier. During his testimony, he will inform the judge that he was with you at your residence when you received the call that led to your current predicament." "Oh my goodness, this is excellent news, and it all happened so quickly! Indeed, my beloved girlfriend Susan and you are both brilliant,"

“But I didn't kill him. The moon goddess is my witness.” "Well, if you say so," he muttered. “ Do you have anyone who can confirm your claims?” “Mira is my only witness. She knows that I misplaced my bracelet.” Mira stepped forward to give her own testimony. I looked at her with hope knowing that she was the only one in the pack who could help me prove my innocence.

“Your Honor, may I approach the witness with the footage timestamp stills?” Halprin’s pen stopped tapping for the first time. “You have stills?” “I came prepared,” I said, and I couldn’t help the small smile. “It’s another character flaw.” He waved a hand. “Proceed.” I walked to the witness with a thin folder and placed three still images on the stand in front of him. I’d printed them in color. It wasn’t necessary, but people listened harder when things looked expensive. “Officer, do you recognize this?” I asked, pointing to the first still.

There was no way I was going to let that slide. I took several deep breaths as I waited at the doorway while I heard her moving around the room like she was trying to confirm if I was still around so she would bang the door and grip my legs and then say her mind. If there are more than two witnesses, I think I've got to believe them instead.

“We will need internal system images. Admin logs. API keys. We will also need names—who has access, who can approve through back-end tools.” Luca didn’t hesitate. “You’ll have them.” “And Ari,” counsel continued, turning to me, “you will not engage. No statements. No posts. No comments. You are a witness, not a shield.” I nodded. “I can do that.” My belly tightened briefly, as if reminding me that the body does not care about strategy. I breathed through it. In for four. Out for six. Luca watched, stayed still, didn’t try to fix. My rules were holding. That mattered.