Yours Truly Novels & Stories

Just: the true thing said when it is true, which is the practice we have both made and which means that when it is said it lands without explanation. "I love you," I say. The city hums. *Yes,* it says. *Yes,* I say. *That is exactly right.*

Because when the lights go out and everyone else is chasing parties or hookups, I’m in my tiny dorm room, fingers flying across the keyboard, writing the kind of stories that make people blush behind their phones. Anonymous submissions to the university literary magazine. No byline, just the pseudonym “Yours Truly.” Readers devour them. Comments flood the forums; filthy, hot and imaginative as hell. But there’s always that one recurring jab: “Bet the author’s a virgin. Those positions sound completely made-up.” It hurts because they’re right. I’ve never even kissed anyone properly, let alone done half the things I describe in graphic detail. My imagination run

HOLY FUCK MARRY HIM QUEEN SHIT $5K FOR A VIRGIN?? My heart slams into my ribs. Five thousand dollars. More than I make in a month of streaming. My mouth actually fell open. I lean closer to the camera, cheeks flushed for real now. “Oh my God… thank you, BigDaddyV. You just made this little virgin’s entire night.” I blow a trembling kiss. “You are so generous, Daddy.” The private message pops up immediately. BigDaddyV: End the stream. Now. The door is unlocked.

CeCe whispered into my ear. I was about to grab another glass of wine when the door opened revealing Nathaniel, my college crush. He was looking so handsome as ever in a black shirt and jeans trousers. I almost fell for him all over again, not until someone else showed up behind him. There he was again. Satan's heir. “ Hi everyone, I'm Nathaniel.” He started, his eyes locked on mine. “ And behind me is my best friend, Cassius.” “ Hi everyone.” Cassius said, his voice deep as the wave of the ocean. “ It's a pleasure meeting you all.”

-You can call me Taylor. -Taylor, how long have I been here? -I'm sorry, I can't help you with that kind of information. Mr. Black forbade me. -Do you know why he forbade you? -He doesn't want to put your health at risk. -Thank you! You can go. -Are you sure you don't need anything else? -Yes. -Have a nice evening! -Same to you.

About halfway through class she turned to him and smiled devilishly. "Hi there." She didn't speak out loud, her lips never moved and he instead heard her voice inside his head. "My name is Syn, you must be new at this." The voice giggled a little. "You can't even Whisper yet, can you?" Syn noticed the perplexed look on his face. "It's like ventriloquism, but at ultra-high frequencies. Just hum a little, keep making it higher until you can feel it." Mike followed her orders until he reached a frequency that no human could her. "Now just talk."

Adaeze sat with that for a moment. "Yes," she said. "She's me. She's also every woman who has been where I was. Both things are true at the same time. I think the most honest writing usually contains that — the specific personal thing that is also somehow universal. The kitchen counter that is both my kitchen counter and every kitchen counter." "If you could go back," Funke said carefully, "and speak to that woman. The one in the kitchen at the beginning, before she found the messages, before she knew the shape of what she was inside — what would you say to her?"

She didn’t hesitate as she tugged the jeans over her hips, peeling off the dressing just below her peachy ass framed perfectly by a forest green thong. “Nice.” I licked at my lips as I leant down to stare at the cursive script there. Forever. “The tat or my ass?” Behind me, Gent laughed. Smirking, I pulled myself up to my own height. “Both,” I added truthfully. I wasn’t about to lie. I didn’t lie. That’s why they called me Truth. Because I always told it. It was a fucking curse. I expected her to be offended. This gorgeous creature with her bright purple-pink hair and perfect butt.

SERIES SO YEA. I'LL SEE YOU ALL IN ANOTHER ONE OF MY WORKS UNTIL THEN GOODBYE AND THANK YOU! <3

"What's funny about it Mr Jason?" "Don't worry,we will simply tell him that pinky has delivered but on the process she passed out,so chill!"I replied as I sip more of my wine.