All That Is Mine I Carry With Me Novels & Stories

Lucinda is very excited to be moving out of her parent's house at the same time she is fighting the thought of leaving her parents.Mom and Dad I will miss you so much ,she hugs them with love .Mom can I take the pink blanket with me Lucinda asks her mum already holding the blanket ,yes you can her mom replied.I am ready to go Lucinda says as she caries some of her bags outside ,Lucinda can you leave me your black T-shirt Daren asked standing by the door way holding Lucinda's black T-shirt ,yes you can Lucinda smiled at him thank you Daren said as he rushed to put it on.

We drove back through the winter morning and the territory moved past the windows and somewhere ahead the estate was lit and Lilly was there and Mila was there and the chair was in exactly the right place. I thought about my grandmother. About the six days, about the songs. About everything she had given me and everything I was carrying and the specific, irreversible nature of carrying it. She was in the songs. She was in the laugh. She was in the way I held my chin when I wanted the world to believe I wasn't afraid. She was in me. Completely. I've got it, I had said, in the garden. All of it. I'm carrying it. Yes.

Every piece of me marked and owned. Peace comes then, quiet and absolute. Let the rut take everything it wants. I already decided whose I am.

A single candle flickers next to it. One vow. One moment. That’s all I need. --- Because after everything they’ve stolen from me— This time, I’m the one who takes. And I never let go.

"You were never supposed to carry her! The system doesn't account for—" But I cut her off with a simple gesture, my hands moving in signs that carry the weight of absolute certainty: "I carry all of us." And it's true. Every choice, every path not taken, every version of myself that has fallen or fled or transcended—they're all here, woven into the fabric of who I am.

Amara shook her head as she refilled a bowl of shelled peanuts for Tiffany’s customers, then her own. “You know how the saying goes? You always want what you don’t have… So, be careful what you wish for…” The statement certainly held true for her. She’d spent too many years as a young girl wishing for a flat chest, much similar to an ironing board, and a couple of pounds off her hips. Not that anyone had granted her request… “I’m very familiar with the saying,” her friend said with a toss of her dark brown hair. “And I CRAVE those.”

Don't force erase traces I erased it more and more More and more, come back Hope everything will be fine Foliage, convey the message of my heart. Wind, take fly my taste. ~ Alisy a Cantara

She will belong by conviction. That would be the day I would remember longest. Because I do not merely take. I make them give me everything.

"Did. You. Fuck. Him?" I throw my hands up in defiance, my voice rising to a shout. "What do you care, Logan? Why does it matter to you?" But before I can continue, he cuts me off, his words dripping with possessiveness. "You. Are. Mine. Nadine," he declares, his voice low and menacing. "And no man, I repeat, NO MAN dares to take what is mine." His gaze bores into mine, sending a chill down my spine as he emphasizes his claim.

His hand finds the small of my back. And we just stay like that. Not because we’re fine. But because we’re not. Because healing takes time. Because we can’t rush this. “Do you still want the Mine?” I whisper after a moment. He’s quiet for a beat. Then— “It’s mine.” His voice is calm. Not possessive. Not proud. Just certain. “It’s the last piece of me they didn’t take,” he says. “And I’m not handing it over now.” I nod.