You Never Knew Me Novel Novels & Stories

The door was usually locked, but tonight, the handle turned under her touch. The room was dark, save for the glow of a single reading lamp someone had forgotten to switch off. The smell of old paper and tobacco filled the air. She wandered between the shelves until a heavy, leather-bound journal caught her eye. It had no title, only one word embossed in faded gold: Noah She froze, her hand hovering over the spine. She knew she shouldn't open it. She knew it was an invasion of the only thing he had left for himself. But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward.

He knew what I was going through. This was when I started writing my first novel. It was more of writing the memory I shared with him. I kept a journal so it was more like making a summary of it. I created one that I never published. It was about my mom and me. I gave up waiting after I saw a girl almost dying on the beach. She went swimming and she almost drowned. It made me realize that life is too short. I had to follow my dreams and that was exactly what I did. I sold everything I have and moved to New York after I got another offer for a scholarship. I had a fresh start and my last hail Mary in finding Sacha was 'Me and Him.' I was hoping that he would read it and would try to reach ou

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After eight years, despite all the resources Carlen spent on the search, he couldn't find a single trace of me. It was as if I had vanished from the face of the earth.

Stay far away he is going to be trouble for you, I thought to myself. Fast forward back to the present. There was 189 standing in front of me holding my jacket. I had successfully avoided this man for 6 months. He never caught me looking at him and I made sure to never cross paths with him. I had never spoken a word to him and I was about to have to come face to face with him. I was trying to calm myself telling my self to be cool as I walked up to him. My body responded to him immediately. What the hell, I thought rolling my eyes at my self.

I muttered. A queen? A clan? A stranger killed himself for me. I pressed my palm against the cover. My birthmark burned suddenly, like the book recognized me. Where did my mother find me? Who the hell am I? I shoved the book into my bag. The book in my bag felt heavier now. Like it wasn’t made of paper, but fate. Papi tugged my shirt. “Can we go now?” he asked. “I’m hungry.” “Yeah, baby. We’re leaving.”

It wasn't until my first month of college that I found out the entire pack had been calling me a leech behind my back. The nickname came from Sienna Blackwood—Lucas's partner. To every wolf in Silvermoon, I was just some weakling squatting on pack land. They saw me use Lucas's pass, saw the tiny cabin at the edge of his territory, and filled in the blanks themselves. I went to find Lucas, thinking he'd defend me like he used to when we were pups. But he just waved a hand, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing, and said, "It's just a nickname, Elena. Sienna's joking around. You're being too sensitive." Then he added, "Besides, you're always around me. You use my pass, you live a sto

On the day of our family trip, I woke up early, only to be shocked to find the house completely empty. While I was still wondering what was going on, a message from my younger sister, Cynthia, popped up in the family group chat. "Oh no, I forgot to tell everyone in this group that the departure time had been moved up!" The next second, the message was recalled. As I stared blankly at the now-empty chat, I felt my eyes sting. At that moment, I realized they had another family group chat—one that did not include me. While I was still in a daze, Mom called. "I'm sorry, Yesenia. We moved the departure time up by an hour and forgot to tell you. Hurry and get a cab over here. Maybe you can

I had never seen something like this and i knew if i went outside, i would see more. ‘What did he want from me? Am i to be a prisoner here? … did i know him from my past life? That was impossible, but … was it? I didn’t know what the rules were. I didn’t know the dynamic of this new life. I was thrown into it without preamble and from the looks of it, i was making a mess.’ My chest grew heavier and I sighed. I wasn’t sure how long i sat on the bed, until suddenly, i wasn’t alone anymore.

It bore no return address, no branding, only my name, inscribed in bold black ink that churned my stomach. I studied it intently, paralyzed by trepidation. My fingers hovered uncertainly above the flap, my heartbeat echoing in my ears, drowning out the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. At last, after a deep, trembling breath, I unveiled the contents. Inside, a photograph awaited in an unguarded moment captured by Lucia and me. We were sauntering home from school, Nora's backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder while I held her tiny hand. The smile plastered on my face was slight, wearied, yet genuine. This snapshot had been taken just days ago.