Wobbly Life Secret Novels & Stories

He lays down on my bed and sighs. I start by looking up Byron’s profile on Mybook. He used it like his own personal diary. I began to read through the 1000’s of posts he made, barely anyone paid him any attention because he posted so much ridiculous stuff. S**t even I had to block his posts from showing up on my feed. “This could be something?” I gesture to Jordan to come over and he gets up. Standing behind me he reads over my shoulder. “The balance of wolves will never be aligned with the rare. We cannot allow them to take control. The rare are the villains not the heroes. We cannot blindly follow them any longer?” I read out loud. “What the crap is that all about?”

It was difficult to ignore it, the closer I reached my eighteenth birthday, the stronger the invisible force began to grow. Again, Life has a way of throwing curve balls, I never expected things to happen how it did. So many hidden secrets about myself would be revealed, and the harsh reality that life is never what a person seems. All the lies that were staring at me in the face. I now realize that the one person who I lived with was the biggest monster of all! My name is Molly, this is my story.

**Ruby** “It’s lovely to finally meet you, my dear.” Viktor said as he kissed my hand. “We have so much to talk about. I have brought some of the scrolls from our archives. I came across three prophacies that are very similar, by that I mean minor detail that are identical but the outcomes are drastically different.” “Ruby,” I looked at Dez. “I haven’t told you about my meeting with Viktor, because I knew you would have questions that I can not answer.”

Damon said. "I don’t know why you are telling me all these Damon," Abby said in all honesty. “You see, when Liam finally opened up to me about all he did to you and how he felt about you, I advised him to go face his fears and do things right. Trust me, Abigail, he was really excited to come back home and apologize to you, only to find out you had resigned. We both went to the address you put as your home address when you started working for the Williams only to find out it was a fake address. Abigail, My best friend was depressed. He drowned himself in alcohol for months until Lucy came into his life and helped him to move on”. Damon explained.

[Seriously, ugly girl, you blocked me?] [Just wait. I'll show everyone your account, and you won't be welcome in the music world anymore!] It was Carl's secret account. I looked through my old songs, and the comments were overwhelming. [An ugly girl with no love life shouldn't be daydreaming with music.] [You're always trying to get attention with your voice. Isn't that gross?] [I thought a voice like that would belong to a gorgeous girl, but it's just a loud, obnoxious person. It makes me sick.]

"Tragedy strikes as Dickson Group heir, Charles Dickson, crashes his car into cousin Damien Dickson, killing him on the spot. Charles now faces jail time as Dickson Group stocks plummet." At that same moment, I had also just signed the agreement to hand over my studio to Virginia. She was holding the recording pen Sabrina had snapped into two. She had found someone to recover the recording in the pen, uncovering evidence of my affair with Sabrina. "Thanks, Lyle." I stared at my signature on the documents for a long time. I had been running my studio for years, and now, I had to sign it away to Virginia for nothing. Still, she kept her end of the bargain and destroyed the recording pen afterw

, she chuckled, obviously drunk. Who hosts a drinking TED Talk program? And what kind of name is August Winters? “Why am I here, Tilly?” I asked in a curious voice, “Okay, so yeah, I was online searching for how we can revamp the face of the company, when I came across a list on some website of billionaires who have made money in crazy ways, and I found August Winters” she continued. “I'm here because of a list on some scam website!” I exclaimed.

SUMMARY I have a secret. I’m in love with my best friend, but I’ve never told her. Sharing feelings is right up there with all-time terrible things. Instead of saying it, I show her how I feel every day. I watch Big Brother with her. We have scary movie night. I hold her hair when she’s puking. That’s love in my books. Only…she’s not been the same recently, and I don’t know how to fix it. I hope she knows I'd do anything for her.

“Does she know your secret? Can she be trusted?” “Okay, so I don’t randomly make out with anyone,” I tell Shikoba many things, but the one thing she’s not allowed to know is that I’m a werewolf. “And yes, she knows who I am, and I trust her. It’s tough to explain.” I sighed. “Try to explain it.” Shikoba was giving me a serious all-business look. “If you can try to explain string theory to me, you can explain to me why the intern you asked to have assigned to you knows your secret and was playing tonsil hockey with you.”

"Aren't you tired of cramming yourself into a small space with your 'friends'? You should be aware that a lot of things have happened within their group without you being aware of them." “Sir. I'm the one who lives with you, yet I'm the one who is pushing myself here. Do I look tired?" It was deafeningly quiet. Why would he want to mind my social standing if he doesn't have it? "I'm not a fan of broccoli. Make something else to eat."