You Say It First Novels & Stories

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

WEIRDO! "Good, it seems like you know your place. Still, let me remind you. This is my house and you should follow every rule that I will tell you. First of all, you have no right to wander in the places that I will put a caution word with"

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺." "𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧� ��𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦."

Freya "What did you just say, mate?" Michael asked me but based on the wide smile plastered on his lips, I'm certain that he heard what I just said. I can feel my cheeks blushing in embarrassment because Michael is obviously teasing me right now. I know that this is not the first time we exchange I love you's but I don't know, this one is different because I'm the one who said it first and I mean it so fucking much. "What did I just say? I say nothing." I respond to Michael denying that I just said something. Michael just raised an eyebrow at me and then I saw it again, the wide smile on his lips as if he knows something that I don't know.

"You can ask me later, eat first." "But I am curious." "Eat first." "Brother...r" "Will you eat it yourself or shall I feed you?"

𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼. "𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃?" 𝙸 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙰 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁 𝙵𝙸�

"Now how do we do this thing?" We faced the paper then, putting aside the others. "ORDER MATTERS. THE FIRST IS NOT FIRST." We both read out, confused after. "ORDER MATTERS. THE FIRST IS NOT FIRST." "What does that mean?" I questioned, "The first is not the- My eyes fell on the box, squinting. The words replaying again. "Could it be..." My words trailed off, legs moving for the box. I picked it up. Stared at the faint lines again. "The First Is Not First. Order Matters."

he whined as he unlocked his phone. 'It's a one time game' the first line of the new message says 'Pick the required alphabets in the next text and make sure not to reply' Not even up to the two seconds, the next message entered. 'Hello Elvis Let Perpetual Aaron Leave India To America'

“I told you my past… now it’s your turn. And that’s an order.” “I’ll tell you. But first, admit you want to know because you care about me.”

“Sarah, I’ve gotta “Aiden, I have tell you-” to tell you-” “-Sorry, you first-” “-After you-” “-It’s nothing bad,” “-It is something “Okay? Just- good, don’t worry-” “-We could-” “-shall we-” “-Let’s-” “-You-” “-just-” “-know-” “-start-”