You Never Knew Me Novel Novels & Stories

Eve’s pov Another week rolled by and things fell into place for me, school, work, homework and hanging out with my friends at lunch everyday. It was smooth except the occasional road blocks such as my nightmares. Every Night I came screaming my lungs out and I would go sit outside on my porch and wait for my wolfie. But he never came back after that night. I think I made him run away from my sad life story. But I still wait for him though. I don't know why I feel like he will come back. Just don’t know when.

Every little piece of my old life hit me like a gut punch. If I hadn't agreed to spend Christmas at Gianna's, I'd still be in my bed, binging my favorite shows, snacking, and living my life how I wanted. Madelyn cried for what felt like forever before pulling herself together. Slowly, she packed my things into the boxes she'd brought. "Sienna, Mommy's here now." That was my real name: Sienna Sinclair. Her voice cracked as she added, "I spent twenty-six years looking for you. I never thought you'd be on the same plane as your sister..."

It's clean and organized. I saw a human-size mirror. I asked my mom many times but she refused that I'll break. So I took the advantage and stood in front of the mirror and took many selfies. There was a study table with a lot of books and a laptop lying on that with a night lamp. I saw many comic books on his shelf. I never knew he was an addict. Because I spotted the "Tower of God" up to its last month edition. I wandered around for some time and took my phone to pass the time till he comes.

I better go the traditional way. "Um, Traditional is fine with me." Kadachi writes down something and then hands me the sheet of paper, I look at him confused, before reading over it he holds my hand, in that instant, my heart skipped a few beats. *Ba-dump, Ba-dump* "From the answers and responses you had given me I can tell what kind of person you might be." Shocked by his words I gulp thinking it was about to get bad. (Am I a bad person? Is this why he brought me here?)

Why had they never told me? Why was I finding out about something like this by myself? In this manner? I kept the folder back with trembling hands, and then stumbled out of their room. It suddenly felt like I didn't know anything about myself. It suddenly seemed the world had been hiding things from me. First Robert, and now my parents? ~~~

He grinned, wiping a smudge of dust that had managed to stick to the side of his shirt, "What kind of book are you looking for today?" I smiled at him, fighting back the tears that wanted to fall. I remember the day I'd discovered here like it was yesterday. A bunch of kids had kept accusing me of dyeing my hair and telling me how ugly I was with red. Not like I thought they were lying but it just made me so sad to think they saw it too. I always thought I was invisible, having to live in fear at Uncle's place and moving away. This was my new start and a different path. I'd agreed to go down this path because then, I'd be more capable to catch my parents murderers, to know more about happen

The sentence entered my body like ice. My knees nearly weakened, but I held still. My mother. His sister. Which meant all these years he had stood somewhere inside the same machinery that swallowed her and never once came near me. Anger arrived before grief. “You knew me.” He answered quietly. “Yes.” That single word made my chest burn. “You knew me and never said it?” “Because surviving that knowledge required silence at the time.” I almost laughed from disbelief. “Silence appears to be everyone’s preferred inheritance here.”

that kept her in the library. I closed the file and sat in the dark. For the first time in my life, I didn't know what would happen next. And I didn't know how to buy the answer.

The doctors were satisfied, the recovery steady, the child unharmed, and when I rested my hand against my abdomen, it wasn’t to reassure myself, but to anchor the future in something solid. The Valenti family had survived without me. Now it would expand because of me. I was stepping back into a structure that no longer needed symbols, only direction, and as the lights of the Italian coast flickered beyond the window, I understood with absolute clarity that leaving had not diminished me. My name now was Elena Valenti.