You Ll Never Know Novels & Stories

Neva had sent the message from a different phone. That was the first thing Corinna noticed. Different number, same unmistakable cadence. Her mother wrote texts the way she said everything else. No contractions. No softening. Just the precise minimum required to convey the information. I have it. Three words that meant Neva had known exactly what she was carrying for four years and had said nothing. Three words that meant the man who answered her phone either didn't know she had already moved the document — or had let her send the message deliberately.

"I hear that you founded a novel company." She nodded but remained silent. Undeterred, he continued, "How did I never notice your interest in writing before?" Kimberly gave a wry smile. "Well, it's because you never cared to know me." Daniel paused, ready to explain, but they arrived at their destination. In the coffee shop, they ordered drinks. Kimberly took a sip, and Daniel began, "The past year has been tough for both Henry and me." She felt nothing about it. "Oh? Well, I'm doing way better than before."

Coraline started. "I said get out!" he shouted. Silence. Coraline gave me one last long look, then slipped out without another word. Bradley slid down the door, suit wrinkled and useless. "So you really didn't know anything..."

More precise. Because if there’s one thing I know for certain — they never ended. They just paused. But I’m not going to let them press play again. Not this time. Not ever.

His gaze was full of warmth and devotion. Misty never set foot in her home country again after that day. (The End)

"How can I be well if you're gone? Where are you? Don't leave! I'll come with you!" "Take care." I hung up, ignoring the calls that kept coming. Messages flooded in. Katherine: [Are you at the train station?] Katherine: [Wait for me, I'm coming!] Katherine: [I'm here. Where are you?] I didn't respond. Instead, I lined up and moved forward with my suitcase. Just as I stepped through the gates, a desperate cry pierced through the crowd behind me. "Grayson!!" I froze, my body stiff. But after a brief pause, I walked on.

Of a future being shaped without my consent. I told myself what I always told myself. This was nothing. This would pass. And I would survive it.

Nothing. “So we’re back to nothing,” I said. Wyatt’s voice came out quiet beside me. “No.” He paused, moving closer. “We’re dealing with someone who knows exactly how to disappear and erase every trace.”

Not even if I die. Never.

Not ever. ---