Wobbly Life Secret Novels & Stories

"Your case is his life's work. Ever since he met you in that conference in Moscow, he has been so keen in finding out a solution to your problem and proving to the world that people like you exist." People like me? Blackwheel looked round the room in search of something he could use as a way to express himself. He did not find it. "I don't need exposure," he said. "I have been perfectly fine the way I am. Running from place to place, seeking peace in little pieces and mixing puzzles until I can come up with a pattern. My secret is my existence. You have to always keep that in your mind, Jack!"

She shrieked, her hand scorched black. Her scheme had backfired. However, Wendy was not done. She brandished a USB drive like a weapon. "I've got a video of Chloe's betrayal right here! Time for everyone to see her for who she really is!" She dashed for the projector and jammed the USB in. The screen flickered to life. Sure enough, there was a couple on the bed. However, the woman was not me. It was Wendy, and the men kept changing. The room went from silent shock to roaring laughter.

Monica and the girl walked to the right side of the floor, while the little one took small jumps. Zelig was taken aback by what the woman had told him. Did she hate him so much that she hadn't accepted to be his secretary? He squinted his eyes and, seconds later, walked to his office. Hilbert looked at him in silence, but the laughter of the girl caught his attention. He felt like he had seen that little girl somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where or when.

He promised me, he had promised to leave all his illegal work behind. No my Ansh, my Ansh can’t do this to me. I trust him, I trust him with my life. ‘That is why you are still hiding,’ her inner self mocked as her throat ran dry. ‘I know my Ansh will prove me wrong,’ I said to myself as beads of sweat rolled down my spine. The cold chill of terror is not helping at all. I curled myself to the side on the floor of the car so that his graze does not land on me; he drove for a full 30 minutes before he stopped. And walked out of the car.

I stutter nervously because he heard my anxiety attack. Now who knows what he'll do, mock me while reminding me how pathetic I am to have called him. I'm such a fool, I didn't notice who he was calling and now I'll have to deal with someone who must think I'm the least stable girl in the world. “Don't be ashamed of this, I don't think you're stupid,” he says as if he can read my thoughts and I keep silent, “it's normal to lose control. We are human beings who can easily drown in our emotions, we just have to learn to control them. It is not an easy task but it is not impossible either”

I cried, trying to pry his fingers off. ​"Then why," Jax asked, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper as he looked at the screen again, "is there a photo of you standing outside that same office at midnight last night?" ​The screen changed one last time. It was a grainy shot of me. I wasn't with Elias. I was alone, holding a key that looked exactly like the one to the school’s main server room. ​ The "One Night Stand" was the distraction, but the real secret is starting to leak. Before I could answer Jax, the club’s lights cut out completely, and a voice over the intercom—distorted and deep—began to speak.

“If it’s another article about why we should all wake up at five in the morning, I’m not interested.” “It’s worse. It’s about rich people in love.” My fingers stopped over the keyboard. The magazine lay facedown, but something inside me had already become uneasy. Shelly pulled out the chair beside my desk and opened the magazine across my notes. “Look at them,” she said. “They’re beautiful, wealthy, and apparently incapable of taking a bad photograph. Some people really do get everything.” Nicholas and Bianca stared back at me from the page.

I murmured, sliding another polished rectangle onto the apex. He reached out, his tiny fingers grasping at the air, babbled something incoherent, and lunged forward. The structure was wobbling now, listing precariously to the left. One microscopic tremor, one wrong breath, and the entire architecture would collapse into absolute ruin. It felt exactly like the rest of my life.

I once met an old lady in the post office, and she was going to learn how to deal with secret numbers, "secret numbers, secret numbers, what do I get from Of course she knows the mechanism of the secret numbers at my age? The answer is, she needed to learn it to get her mash, but it was more than that, because it was easy to fall into the abyss of 'I've never done anything like this, I don't have such mental energy anymore.' probably . The happiest, most balanced and successful people in life are the ones who are part of something. They are part of the world and do not live without it. The most motivating and attractive people around them are the ones who show great interest in everything th

It keeps wrecking havoc in my head. I and Lily Mitchell have been best friends since we were toddlers. Our lives were entangled like the branches of the ancient willow tree that stood proudly in the center of town. We are totally inseparable and indestructible. We share everything—our dreams, our secrets, and even our first heartbreaks. We have kind of an oat-like promise between ourselves that makes us spill out any secret we have within ourselves no matter how hard we try to keep it. But there is one huge......I mean..... massive, enormous secret I am currently keeping locked away, deep within the pits of my soul, a secret that has definitely threatened to take apart my friendship with