Be The Hero Of Your Own Novels & Stories

She let herself go down, her body supported only by the bed post and her hair covered her face. "Well, yeah. You deserve this, bitch. You...are not good for him." She told herself, hitting her head with her fist. She heard him humming from the adjoining bathroom and she shook her head. Yeah, he's happy. Sometimes, the right way to love is to leave. But she wasn't going to. He wouldn't want her to. She stood up, a new resolution in her mind. He would be happy, even if she wasn’t the cause. No matter what.

'What am I supposed to do?' I asked my babies inside me. 'Turn his plan against him.' Caleb's voice came clearly. 'He suspects that you have a connection with Steve, doesn't he? Then we'll let him see you actually have one.' I froze. 'That's too risky!' 'Fortune comes from taking risks,' Caleb replied. 'Daddy is too suspicious. The more innocent you look, the more he'll doubt you. Instead, let him believe the accusation. Make him focus all his attention on Steve. Then we'll have a chance to find his weakness.'

"Why are you telling me this?" "Because I want you to understand." His father leaned forward. The blanket pooled around his waist. "You can't win. Every move you make, I'll be three steps ahead. Every time you think you're safe, I'll find a new way to hurt you. I will burn your entire life to the ground before I let you walk away from me."

"Be gentle with yourself if you're still here and still learning. You will make a mistake. You will become uncontrollable, make blunders, and question your own safety. You're not. What's different is that you are powerful. Find out what makes a difference. Make effective use of your abilities. remain impervious to corruption and impossible to ignore. She hesitated. "And to those who are observing but are not present, who continue to conceal their true selves out of fear, know that you are not alone. Today, thousands of us are living freely, developing safely, and becoming the people we were destined to be. There is nothing wrong with you.

"Why didn't you call for help? Why go in there alone like that? You were outmatched." "I needed to handle it myself," he muttered, his breath hitching when I touched a tender spot on his ribs. "Couldn't let anyone else be dragged into this." "And look where that got you," I snapped. Seeing him like this ate at my patience. I couldn't hold back the frustration. "You don't always have to be the hero," I said. "Maybe I don't, but someone has to be," he countered, his eyes meeting mine for the first time. "Especially when everyone else is either too scared or broken to stand up."

"I don't know how to be with someone without losing myself." "Then don't lose yourself." Caleb's free hand came up to cup her face, his touch achingly gentle. "Be yourself. Be exactly who you are—this fierce, resilient, beautiful woman who inherited a falling-apart inn and decided to make it something beautiful again. Be the Maya who stands up to the town council. Be the Maya who makes terrible coffee and burns toast and still insists on trying to cook breakfast for guests every morning. Be the Maya who's been putting herself back together, piece by brave piece."

I whispered. "Yes, you do." Her hand remained outstretched, patient. "You've already started. Every time you stand up for yourself. Every time you fight instead of running. Every time you choose to believe you're worth something despite what others have told you. That's you becoming who you're meant to be.” "But I'm not – I can't –” "You can." She smiled again, gentler this time. "And you will. But first, you have to accept it. Accept that you're more than what you've believed,”

In a more careful tone, he added, “You do not want attention for yourself, but you can’t resist someone who genuinely demands for yours, because it doesn’t give you a choice to think about what you want.” “So, you’re saying I’m a pushover?” He shook his head. “I’m saying you’re a good person. Too good, you’re bordering on heroic sometimes.” He gave me a long look and added, “It doesn’t hurt to think about yourself once in a while, you know. Trust in somebody else. Let somebody take care of you for a change.” I had no idea the guy is a fucking shrink. I took a gulp of my beer and said, “I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

You need to love yourself. Your other half will come. Your other part will reach you when the right time comes. As of now, you need to complete yourself without anyone else. You need to mold yourself to be stronger and braver to deal with the difficulties in life. And when that happens, you can write your own story using reality. You'll not gonna be a slave of destiny, because you'll be the one who'll dictate your fate. You will have the strength and capabilities, all you have to do is to believe. Believe that you can. Believe to yourself.

"Mary, you cannot save everyone by hiding. You cannot protect people by making yourself small. That is not who you are." "Maybe who I am is the problem." "Who you are is exactly what the world needs. A healer who refuses to give up on people. A leader who will sacrifice herself to save others. Yes, it makes you a target. Yes, it puts people around you at risk. But it also inspires hundreds of others to be brave. To fight. To believe that change is possible."