Yours Truly Novels & Stories

I never want to be the one to tell mom where I work. A whole lot of things went through my mind as I drove down to Jake's restaurant called King's diner. What if mom finds out about my place of work, what is she going to say, what is she going to do. I just let all those thoughts rest at the back of my mind, I will deal with the situation when it comes up. I walked down to the counter, which is where my work post will be, as I am the cashier. I saw Jake walking out from the kitchen area to the dinning area, I walked up to him, greeted him with all the strength in me, maybe because I was nervous or maybe he was looking too handsome to be real. I was blabbing and called him boss, Jake looked a

I looked at my both sides to be confirmed she was talking to me only to get her uttering, “I am talking to you. Ehan, right? I am Naira. Remember me? You helped me yesterday.” I couldn’t help thinking, “Woah! After behaving like all rude, now she got manner to talk.” Before I could utter something, she spoke up again, “I am sorry for my previous behavior, Ehan. Actually, I got so out of my mind facing the situation last day that I didn’t even get myself to thank you. I am really sorry and thank you for helping me out then.” She sounded so genuine that I couldn’t help uttering, “It is okay.” only to get her smiling heartily as she uttered, “Thank you.”

My mind flashes back to the she-wolf i had killed yesterday, then I shake my head, it's not my problem she was an abomination the same with this mutt "What's your name?" "Magmas Diby" "Magmas Diby?" "Yes Magmas after my grandpa and Diby is pronounced as an I, like Deyeby" "Oh, well ok are you hungry Magmas?".

I whispered under my breath, the words tasting like possession. She was squirming now, trying to keep her composure while the toy buzzed relentlessly inside her. Every time she shifted I could see it hit her harder—the way her shoulders tensed, the slight parting of her lips, the flush that had spread down her throat. The guy finally noticed something was off and asked if she was all right. Chloe managed a tight nod, voice barely steady.

"I want to hear you say it. All of it. Why you hate me. Why you did this. Why you couldn't just let me go." His father laughed. "You want me to pour my heart out? Like we're in some kind of therapy session?" "I want the truth." "The truth?" His father leaned forward. His face was hard, cruel, nothing like the slack paralysis he had been faking. "The truth is that you were a mistake. Your mother got pregnant, and I was stuck. Stuck with a wife who couldn't stand me and a son who looked at me like I was a monster." Damian's hand tightened on his phone. "Go on."

"Just... make sure he's worthy of you, okay? No secrets." "No secrets," she promised. "He's an open book. A very hot, Italian blooded open book." My phone buzzed on the table. I glanced down and saw a notification from the "Margarita Senoritas" group chat. It was a message from Tiana, accompanied by a screenshot. I tapped it open. Tiana: 'Hey girls, if this is what dating apps are all about, I’m done before I even begin. My eyes need bleaching.'

“You’re leaving.” “Yes.” “For him?” he asked, bitterness creeping in. Rihanna shook her head. “For me.” Dennis ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “So Andy just steps in where I failed?” “No,” she said. “Andy exists because you kept choosing not to.” “That’s not the same thing.” “It is when you disappear,” she replied. “It is when I find out from strangers that I don’t exist in your story.” Dennis stopped pacing. “I said I’d come to London.”

“But you are vulnerable.” My chin lifts. “And you think you’re the solution?” “No,” he replies. “I think I’m part of the problem.” That surprises me. I exhale. “I hate how you behave, First you are nice towards me then you are cold.” Lucian steps closer—not lingering too much, not crossing the invisible line. “Truth doesn’t ruin. It reveals.” “And what does it reveal about you?” I ask. His silence answers for him. I nod slowly. Turning my back to him, leaving without turning back. Fuck him.