Self Written Novels & Stories

SHOULD! "Sure, get in my car!" Damn, really damn. Why are those words that come out of this selfless mouth? I really like being separated from my body parts. How could they not respond to what my brain told me to do? Basic bedebah does not know diuntung. I cursed myself, good. When are you going to curse yourself?

Only mine. *********************

Another message. I open it before I can stop myself.

“This is just… accountability.” “You’re signing what you wrote,” the composite voice said quietly. “Owning it. That’s all.” “That’s plenty,” I said. On the corner, in smaller script, I wrote: SIGNED, WILLA ROANE. The letters glowed brighter than any I’d written before. Not because they had more power. Because they were attached to a person I was choosing to be. Author. Not content. Not fuel. Not god. Just someone who had been given a pen in a very broken room and done her best not to make it worse.

I am still thinking when Kael begins to pull me to my feet. “You are nothing but a wolfless orphan weak omega!” Sasha continues to taunt me. I can’t bear it anymore and as I feel tears gather in my eyes threatening to spill down my face, I run out of the house without looking back. I run and run until I see myself deep in the woods. The dried fallen leaves are crunching under my feet and my hands are swiping against the branches sticking out. I did not stop. I did not want to stop. It is all too much to bear and the more I run the more I keep hearing Sasha's words in my head.

Bella's POV: "Grief. That's what my life has turned into," I said, my voice a soft tremor echoing my inner turmoil. "I went from being a depressed teenage dirtbag who experimented with every single drug she could find at 14. Then I got myself into a rehab where I met a little girl who became my best friend. I got better for her, so she would know she could leave and not die in there like others. She managed to get out, but then she passed away a year and a half ago. The girl I got better for, the reason I fought so hard, passed away. They say you should get better for yourself, but what good is it if you have no one to celebrate your progress with? I mean, I should be proud of myself, and I

" I'm Gisella Antonio and this is the story of my life. Although life wasn't so easy on me but I stood and fought an endlessly battle which I almost lost but finally won at the end. I once looked down on myself. Feeling so useless, aimless and unwanted. I felt like a curse rather than a blessing. I made the words, thoughts and feelings others had about me become "MY REFLECTION" which wasn't right. Till the day I realized what I lost feeling inferior. Today, I wrote this to encourage you not to allow what people think or say about you be your " REFLECTION" but be the " REFLECTION" of your own self. You can be whoever you wish to be when you stop listening to what people say about you and deci

It was hard to believe that was the same man who had once promised to love me forever. As I struggled to my feet, my right ankle throbbed with real pain. However, Caleb's deepening frown told me he thought I was faking it. I let out a bitter laugh. I said, "You know why I'm here. Should I read your chat history with her out loud for everyone to hear? "And Sheena, are you so desperate for a man that you must go after my husband? You're even calling him Daddy—how disgusting can you get?"