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I took the note and read it: Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. I kissed thee ere I killed thee: no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. It was my favourite part of the book. The first sentence being the one I adored the most. I sighed, not sure how I wanted to go about my day. I've got to study, yet that picture I found kept bothering me. I needed answers.

"You are gorgeous, you're smart and you're funny. If no one is going to love you for who you are, then it's their loss." "I'm useless Ice, don't you get it? I've been locked in all my life, doing what I was told. I want to be my person, I want to make my own decisions, I want to have fun, and I want to see life the way it is…I want to love, I want to live" "Now is the time…" "No. Because everything I touch always ended up being messy, everywhere I go, my past and mistakes always haunt me. I am wanted by bad people. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

The color of her eyes gave freshness to my retinas, which were dimmed by color. I chuckled at the seriousness on his face. "I'm unsure if I need to boast about it in front of others. It sounds embarrassing if I feel proud of it." I don't have anyone else to react to, so what's the point? "You need to be proud of yourself once in a while. It's a form of self-appreciation, Elsi." He spoke calmly, walking beside me. I noticed his eyes staring at the number of my books. "Are you sure you can read all these books?"

I asked her, furrowing my eyebrows. “I heard your conversation with Liam. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything.” She replied slowly, her voice was smooth on every syllable. Shit! Did she hear me talking to myself? She probably thinks I’m weird. “You know, I also talk to myself once in a while. I have this tiny voice that actually resonates with me quite well.” She said to my surprise. Finally, someone that matches my level of weirdness. “Really?” “Yes. And sometimes, I’d rather talk to it than talk to people. One of the reasons I don’t have friends. I feel like the best person that can give me advice and understand me is…me.”

I mumbled, getting annoyed at the mere fact that I heard his voice the moment I was celebrating his absence. It made me feel how wrong I was and how Luca's presence would always glue to me even though he was absent. Deciding to enjoy the few hours I had, I sat comfortably on the sliding bench. The bright ray of the warm sun shone onto my skin, emitting a dark orange glow. TINT by Morrison Ishanique was the title of my book, written by a Jamaican author. It was my first ever Jamaican read, and though the language barrier, I still understood a little of every word. It was all thanks to my interest in languages too.

“I never knew he was that good.” I shook my head, laughing harder. Moments later, her phone rang, it was Lawrence. I watched as her whole face softened. She tried to hide her blush, pretending to be casual, but I could see it, she was falling, whether she admitted it or not. When we were done, she opened her laptop to work while I curled up with the book I borrowed from Julien. It was one of those stories that somehow felt written for you, full of quiet strength, healing, and the reminder that loving yourself isn’t selfish. I found myself underlining words, reflecting on how far I’d come.

Because you chose yourself. ...I chose myself too. Nothing else. No signature. No explanation. I closed the book carefully. Some messages don't need names. Before bed, I stepped onto the porch one last time. The rain had stopped. The air smelled clean. The stars slowly emerged between drifting clouds. I thought about every version of myself that had existed over the years. The young bride who believed love required sacrifice. The heartbroken wife who walked away with nothing. The determined CEO who reclaimed her family legacy.

Luminga-linga siya pero wala naman siyang nakitang tao. Who's that? "Even your other voice said it." "Belive in yourself," parang hanging saad nito. Huminga muna ako nang malalim at hindi na muna nag-salita. Pumunta na lang kami sa bookstore at nag-hanap ng bagong babasahin. Then one book caught my attention. Ang ganda nang cover niya mahahalata mong fantasy siya. It's like a harry potter but with spice.

I felt myself getting pale , I just lost my complete energy due to the bloody marking done , a minute before . I hated myself to mark that bloody bitch as mine . But I had no option beside that . I tried to contact with fire but I couldn’t even feel him inside myself making me more hollow . I went towards couch and laid down and instantly every thing in front of mine was blacked out . Hey guys ... I would really love to know your reviews on the book . Please do comment 😊😊

My boyfriend, Emmett Carr, and I lived less than five miles apart in the same city. However, we never met more than twice a month. Whenever I asked when he was free, he always said he was busy with a recent work project. That continued until I accidentally discovered his travel records. He had purchased flight tickets for 48 out of the 52 weekends of the past year. He was flying to the country where his childhood friend, Cherry Lewis. was studying abroad. He would leave on Saturday morning and return late Sunday night, rain or shine. He flew there like clockwork, even more disciplined than when he was going to the office. The most recent date we went on was yesterday, at a cafe below his office. He had gulped down his coffee quickly and checked his watch three times, claiming that he had to leave for a meeting. I smiled and did not expose him. It was his 49th time leaving to see his junior, but I did not call or text him. All I did was sign the lease agreement to transfer the house to someone else and buy a one-way ticket to another city. Emmett had willingly flown a few thousand miles to be someone else's backup boyfriend. All I wanted now was to leave for another city. I no longer wanted to wait on his promises to take me out 'next week' that never came true.

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

I loved being told what I already knew, and hearing it from thousands of people made my day. “Your highness the limousine is here.” The same servant remarked and stepped aside to hold the door open for me. “Thank you, Amal,” I stated as I walked past. Her name wasn’t actually Amal but I didn’t care enough to ask for it, so she was renamed. I watched myself as I walked down the passage I plastered with mirrors. Fuck I was hot! Oh, if you haven’t picked it up yet I'm a narcissist. I honestly believe there is no one superior, not even my father. All he had was his crown while I had the world at my feet. I was amazed by the gorgeous being that stared back at me from the mirror. My mouth spread into a smirk as I looked myself up and down. The elevator came to a stop and I frowned, this was the end of my mirrors.

it had coffee brown pages and if I knew anything that book was going to get me wrecked and I wasn’t ready for another heartache I bought the book anyway along with a small notebook, and left the store with a paper bag in one hand and a strange weightlessness in the other. why do I always know what's bad for me but still end up going for it. was this another form of self harm? or rather another form of sociopathy? I had so many questions but so little answers I ended up at a nearby café with outdoor seating. It was nearly empty, save for a couple whispering across a candlelit table and a man reading alone near the back.

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )

Victor and Amelia left after Edward after promising me that they would teach him a lesson for misbehaving with me and ask him to apologise me. But, I no longer cared. I did not want him to apologise to me, not even want to see him. I was simply done with him. I could not believe how disgusting a man could be. All of a sudden, he wanted me back the same woman he felt disgusted with, not because he realised my worth after loosing me, but because he felt his ego was hurt after seeing me with someone else.

"Just one dress? What if that's not enough, Shawn?" I listened in silence. Then, I responded calmly, "Shawn, you really are trash." I hung up. Right after that, I pulled out the SIM and snapped it in half. Just then, the plane's engine began to whir. As its wheels lifted from the ground, it felt as if my past with Shawn and all the baggage that came with him had finally fallen away. I was finally heading toward the future that was mine alone.

I haven't been able to be around nature in forever, especially not dwell in its beauty, "You know… the thing I hate most about myself is how selfish I am. I try to pretend I'm not, but it's undeniable when you're around me. I love you, but you make me feel at war with myself.” “Color me shocked,” she murmurs sarcastically. I scoff a sad laugh, “Go on, explain more.” “Well, you're obviously a powerful woman, meant for great things. And I know I should drop everything and follow you along. Submit to your power, put mine aside,” I say. Ivy nods, “I should do that, but I am never going to. So, the ugly truth becomes undeniable when you’re around me: I'm far too selfish. I like power. I like my position, I like the way people look at me, I like knowing they think I'm the best Alpha in my family. I hear it all the time, too, that I'm much better than my father ever was. Even my grandfather. And I love that. I won't give it up, not even for you. So, I get it. I get how you'd want that guy as a mate... or Rogan. Or any guy just like them."

Fantasy mostly, with some graphic novels too. I thought you might like these. That’s what the note said. Fuck you. That’s what I wrote back before sliding it under his door. I kept the books, though, and he was right: I did like them. Then I make my own meal, read, and go to bed. And some nights, when I lose my resolve, I do something so shameful I hate myself every time after I do it. I think about Fred and…I touch myself.

I don’t have a phone I can use to reach either of them; I haven’t had a phone for days now. I flip the page of the self-help book which I’d grabbed from duty-free earlier, internally hating myself for not picking one of the other enticing fiction books I’d seen, but I thought about sleep, and the fact that I’d have to induce myself on this flight back to actually make it through, and went with it. It’s a book about the power of conversations, which I find ironic because of the situation I’m currently in, and because nothing in the past three pages I’ve read seemed helpful.