You Don T Know Me Novels & Stories

But ignorance calls for anger, and anger—near invincibility. "I don't know guy. Really i don't. All i can say is that i like her, and i think she likes me too and that's that. I guess I'm hoping it isn't just a fling to her. You know? " I meant every word of what i said, but when i said "you know" it's like I'm spitting it at him "Gee, don't you think you should just," he scratches his forehead with his index " i don't know...like...ask her?"

I do not know who I will become. I do not know what waits for me. I do not know how much fear is still inside me. But I know this one thing now. I am not alone. And for the first time in my life, this is not a promise. It is a feeling.

“I—” “You don’t actually know me.” Now that the dam has broken, I can’t hold back the flood of rage I’m feeling. “You don’t know anything about me.” “I’d like to get to know you,” he says, too baffled to shut me up. “After we’re mates, right? When you can rearrange all the little bits of me?” “Of course not!”

One Direction - They Don't Know About Us. 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 I still looked around the room. I don't know where it is now, I saw David beside me and in front of me was an old man, okay, a doctor, to be precise. What else is this disaster, God? I just looked at the doctor with a stupid look. The doctor was also watching me.

‎ ‎“Yes!” ‎ ‎“Then you don’t know me at all.” ‎ ‎“I DON’T!” I cried. “That’s the point! I don’t know anything about you!” ‎ ‎He stared at me, expression unreadable. ‎ ‎“You don’t need to know who I am to know that someone else is coming for you,” he said softly. “And they’re not doing it for fun.” ‎ ‎My stomach twisted painfully. ‎ ‎“Who?” I whispered. “Who is coming for me?”

Adrian drawled. “How do you know him Daph?” Trent enquired. “Yeah, how do you know me Darling?” Adrian asked with an amused twinkle in his eyes. I gritted my teeth. “I don’t owe you any explanation Trent. And, How do I know him, what relationship I have with him is none of your business.” I narrowed my eyes at him, why was he here like he cared. He doesn’t. They never cared. Only a ruse, but I was smarter now, I no longer cared about them and their notion.

My sister, Ruby O'Brien—the family's formidable CEO—had just landed herself a top-tier celebrity boyfriend. Now the two of them were filming a reality show right in her house. All I wanted was to go home and collapse on the couch. Instead, I wound up as his living control group. While he worked out, I lay there. While he read books, I lay there. While he cooked gourmet meals, I still lay there. The internet wanted my head on a platter. [Poor Josh, stuck with a useless future brother-in-law!] [Someone drag that lazy bum off the screen. We just want to watch Josh and his girl fall in love!] [I heard he didn't even sit for the SATs. Total dropout, rotting away at home.] [That's our Jos

"Let me go!" I shoved at him, fighting to break free. "I'm Charlotte, not Cassie!" Adriano only locked his arms tighter. "No—you're Cassie. MY Cassie!" "You're wrong!" My voice cracked with desperation. "I'll never go back to you. I love Lucas now!" His eyes went dark. "Why? Why are you doing this to me? I took care of Sofia and that fake doctor. What more do you want?"

The vulnerability, the hesitation—it was all there, and it made me want to protect him even more. “I… I don’t know what to say,” he admitted, finally lifting his gaze to meet mine. His eyes were wide, soft, and searching. “I… I didn’t know you felt like that.” “I never could tell you,” I said, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “I was too proud. Too stupid to admit it. And then, after high school… we just… drifted. And now, here we are, and I—” I paused, taking a deep breath. “I can’t imagine my life without you. Not now, not ever.”

“Trust me, the way I interrogate people is much less pleasant.” “I don't doubt it is,” I muttered. There was a beat of silence. “You don't seem to enjoy my company, do you?” I had to bite my tongue, resisting blurting out what I truly thought about his company. It took me a moment before I drew a deep breath and said, “Let's say that some of your questions make me uncomfortable.” He huffed out a laugh. “Because you don't want to tell me the truth?” I shook my head. “No. Because I don't know how I should answer them.” I exhaled slowly and walked toward him. “Truthfully, I don't know what Kaan sees in me, but he enjoys my company, and I enjoy his. That's it.”