You Never Knew Me Novel Novels & Stories

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."

I flipped through it, but the words made no sense to me, so I closed it. The next book was a novel. It was dog-eared from use, so I knew he loved this one. Unable to find anything, I put them back in place. Minutes ticked by. I was losing time, and yet I had not gotten anything impressive. And as more time passed, a heavy silence pressed down on me. How the hell has I gone from the girl with big dreams to a woman – a fraud if you please – sneaking around in the dark, looking for a way to betray the one person who had been kind to her.

Loyalty had been her only code, even when it cost her everything. Even when it cost her Natalie. Her baby girl had been eight when they took her away. Now she was twenty-two, somewhere out there in the world, maybe still angry, maybe not. Meekey had written every year. Birthdays. Christmas. The day she first walked. The day she lost her first tooth. All the moments she missed, she tried to stitch back together with ink on paper. But only one letter had ever come back. "I don’t know who you are anymore. Stop writing."

Just like I never truly knew what kind of a person she really was. She refused to believe the pain of my broken bones, yet she noticed when my wounds wouldn't heal. She ignored my violent coughs as the poison burned through me, yet she panicked the instant she learned I was dead. I guess I never really understood her. And maybe I never understood love either. Love was something I'd spend my whole life trying to learn. From the moment I shut that book, I never opened it again. … Some time later, my cousin wandered into my study and picked up the book again.

I clicked on the book immediately. The title of the book loaded slowly, like it wanted to build suspense, and when it finally appeared, I let out a quiet breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “The One I Was Never Meant to Love.” That was the title of the book and it felt almost disbelieving to me that I had to laugh. I didn't know that it was going to be something like this because it was kind of weird to me. Probably things like this had become the author's new style, messy love and complicated feelings.

She looked at Nora and Kael as if they were total strangers. ​"Can I help you find a book?" Mia asked, her voice sweet and hollow. "We just got a new shipment of 'Billionaire Sci-Fi'." ​Nora’s heart stopped. The "Hard Reboot" hadn't saved them. It had Fragmented them into a world where their enemies were their neighbors and their family were strangers.

Novel's POV I never thought there would be a day where I would finally know the truth about myself. When I changed my name from Novel Rossi to Novel Hart, I never talked about my parents because I had no memory of them. I even thought they had abandoned me. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness knowing I once had a twin.

Closing my eyes, I made a wish for myself. That in this life, I would never look back. In the end, I didn't touch a single bite of the cake. I just watched the candle burn down to nothing. This anniversary party, years overdue, had only ever had one guest. The moment the countdown on my lock screen widget hit zero, my phone began to vibrate uncontrollably. I picked up the suitcase I had packed long ago and, without a single backward glance, walked out of the villa I had lived in for seven years, a home that had never been mine.

The Publisher stood there, looking calm and well-fed. He did not know that I had already burned down his office, his city, and his life. He did not know I had seen the back door of his universe. To him, I was just a girl who was about to be part of his new experiment.

"Well, people change. You like different things at different stages of your life." I stood silently off to the side. I, on the other hand, had never changed. I had always loathed classic literature. Though Naomi didn't open the box right away, I wasn't in any rush. I looked down at my hands and noticed they had become a little more transparent. Naomi felt like something was off, but she didn't dwell on it for too long. The next day came. Ever since Bella's passing, the Dudley residence had been without a mistress. Jared didn't care for Naomi or Bryson either, so he left the entire house to them.