You Never Knew Me Novel Novels & Stories

I've always been a little slow on the uptake, always a beat behind everyone else. I tend to leave my keys in the door and don't remember to take them out until the next day. Sometimes, I order two takeout meals and completely forget I even placed the orders. I don't even notice when my girlfriend goes off the grid for days. Justin Peck pokes me in the forehead. "Nathan Walker, you're something else. How did you even manage to lose track of your own girlfriend? Aren't you worried Laura is seeing someone on the side and will dump you?" I give him a sheepish grin. "That won't happen. Laura says I'm the only one for her. Besides, I've got my best bud looking out for me, don't I?" That's w

I can speak but I choose not to because I'm afraid. My legs are barely usable from the constant broken bones that healed incorrectly. Standing or walking for more than ten minutes I start to have pain in my bones. Yet I still have to do everything around the house I have learned to endure the pain. It also doesn't help that I don't know how to read or write since no one ever taught me I had to learn things from observation. I remember when I was about six or seven there was a little girl named Anna who lived next door to me. She sometimes would sneak over when no one was home and we'd play. She taught me many things like colors, shapes, and numbers.

The one she never let go of. Years ago, he bailed—broke up with her and vanished overseas. She was wrecked. That's when we met, on some blind date. She needed a distraction. I fell hard. We got married. And I kept thinking... if I gave enough, maybe one day she'd choose me. However, ten years of loyalty, and it meant nothing. One wave from Caleb, and she ran straight back. I always knew he still lived in her heart. And I—I was just a placeholder.

Now, because of her careless mistake, the entire team was on the verge of failing the course. Mira lowered her eyes to the book in front of her. She felt terrible. She had always been responsible. The person everyone could rely on to make sure things were done properly. And now, she was the reason everything had fallen apart. The soft sound of footsteps echoed through the quiet library, breaking her out of her thoughts. Mira looked up. Her expression immediately changed when she saw Ethan walking towards her desk. She let out a quiet hiss, already irritated by his presence. 'Of all people.' she thought.

"But I warn you, the truth is cruel. Once you know it, you can never unknow it. It will change everything." I stared at the book, my hands trembling at my sides. Part of me wanted to run. To take her advice and remain blissfully ignorant. I had already been through so much trauma. Did I really need to pile more on top of it? But another part of me, a deeper part, knew that I couldn't walk away. I had spent my entire life not knowing who I was or where I came from. My mother had died when I was young, taking all her secrets to the grave. I had grown up feeling incomplete, like a puzzle missing its most important pieces.

I stared at the screen in disbelief. Claim her? Like I was some kind of object? Like I belonged to anyone? What was wrong with these people? They were insane. They didn’t know me. They didn’t know Zane. They didn’t know our family. They didn’t know anything. I had never even met Zane before I was adopted. Not once. Not even through video calls. He had been gone long before I entered this family. But strangers on the internet were already rewriting my life into some twisted romance story.

Every single time I get intimate with my boyfriend, Lyle Holloway, I notice he always changes the bedsheets afterward. After a frenzied release, I can't help but ask him about it. Lyle gently twirls a strand of my hair around his finger and smiles tenderly. "Of course it's because your best friend sweats buckets. Every time before I do it with you, she gets jealous and insists on going first. Ever since I met her, I've realized that women really are made of water." His response catches me off guard, and I stare at him in utter disbelief. "What did you just say?" He stubs out his cigarette, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Grace, your mom was tortured to death in bed by your dad, not by

He hadn't expected to find Eleanor there, Cassandra had already told him Brooke and Whitney had gotten beaten up by Lauren, and he'd guessed Eleanor would be somewhere in this mess. Caleb, though, he hadn't accounted for. Julian's eyes tracked between Caleb and Eleanor. The night he'd first spotted them together at that Japanese restaurant, he'd already clocked exactly who Caleb was, eldest son of Reed Holdings. Their world was small enough that everyone knew of everyone, even without direct contact. He also knew Caleb had been estranged from his family at the time, which explained why he'd shown up dressed like any other college kid, no visible money anywhere in his wardrobe.

Just the old one, persistent as a thought you can’t shake. I sat on the edge of the bed. Unlocked my phone. Stared at the link. “I don’t want to know,” I said aloud. My thumb hovered. Knowing had never brought me peace. But not knowing had never stopped the truth from existing. Outside, the waves kept crashing. Inside, my heart beat steadily, stubbornly alive. I closed my eyes. And finally, made a decision.

After Sofia shoved me off that cliff, lying broken at the ravine, I thought I'd die there, forgotten. But fate tossed me a lifeline. She appeared out of nowhere—this witch with snow white hair, a face full of wrinkles, but eyes that burned bright. When she heard my story, she sighed. "Poor child. I'm a witch. I can help you live again—but it'll take guts." "What kind of guts?" I shot back. "The guts to let go." Her eyes pinned me. "You can't grab a new life if you're clinging to the old one."