You Never Knew Me Novel Novels & Stories

Perhaps two people could live inside the same walls for two years and completely miss each other. I got up. Made tea. Sat at the desk. Opened the blue notebook — the manuscript — and wrote: He left something at her door. She didn't ask how he knew. She was starting to understand that knowing things — quietly, without being told — was the language he had always been speaking. She had just never learned to read it. I stared at the page. Then I opened a new tab on my laptop and typed the name into the search bar. Caroline Kingsley Foundation.

I looked down at my hands, and saw how badly I had messed him up. Wiping my face off, I realized how I knew he was behind Houston’s death. I had never been good at reading people's minds, but if I ingested their blood, I could find out their past in seconds. Oftentimes it was overpowering, but I must have had enough adrenaline coursing through me that I hadn’t even noticed. I took his jaw in my hand, making eye contact with him. “I know how you did it, and why and I am not impressed,” I hissed.

Camila Sáez I looked at my cell phone every moment, waiting alertly if a message from Leonardo arrived, that man had gotten into my head in an amazing way that I never imagined could happen, and that is that from a moment we went from being complete strangers to knowing each other more than our own families.

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

uttered Dylan. What did I like to do most? Oh yes, I know what I like to do most! I love reading, novels. This is my most deliberately favourite thing! I still remember that time, when it all started, when I got a book from the fair, I didn't know what was that novel about, and what it is! I know you must be wondering, 'How can I purchase a novel without seeing it or without knowing what was it about?', so there was a section in a fair, where all the books were covered with coloured sheets of paper. It had only its genre, written on the coloured paper, which was covered in books, they called it a blind date with books! That day I got very suspicious, about them! they were all fascinating t

Dragging my legs back to my locker, I stuff my books inside it include my bag before grabbing a novel and slamming the locker shut. I guess it's going to be me and my novel once again. Just like it has always been these past three years, nothing is going to ever change. Nothing and now, along with me hating myself for killing my parents, me hating myself for having a one-night stand with a stranger. I now also have to hate myself for losing my best friend. What a great life I have, isn't it? *** "I somehow knew that I would find you here." He smiles at me as I stare at him and I give him a small smile before moving a little to the left, so he will sit.

I kept trying to remember the title of the book that I had read before but I couldn't. "Come on! Where are you guys?" I talked to books like I was insane. I'm too desperate to know more about them because I couldn't still believe that I met one of them. ****** 3 days have been passed, and I still couldn't found the book related to the other world. And I've never seen that girl again. Well, I should have expected that since she certainly doesn't belong here. But my curiosity was killing me, I couldn't even sleep in three consecutive nights. I couldn't move on! I was still thinking about them if the world they lived in was different from here, their cultures, and some sort of stuff about them

I begged for it. Death was a better fate than the unknown one that lied ahead. What scared me most about this unknown fate was that in the depths of it, I knew that there was a possibility that I would never be found by the ones who cared for me. END OF BOOK I

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

Their hoods hid everything. And yet… I felt like they knew everything about me. “Do I have a choice?” “Always,” the woman said. “But if you choose not to accept the coin, the next one will be passed to another.” Another. That word bit. I wasn’t unique. Just chosen. For now. “Why me?” They didn’t answer. Instead, the pedestal pulsed. The book opened. A name shimmered across the first page. Not mine. Not my mother’s.