Becoming Novels & Stories

TSA*, I'm ready for inspection Sh-sh-show me how you make a first impression Oh, oh Can we take it nice and slow, slow Break it down and drop it low, low 'Cause I just wanna party all night in the neon lights 'til you can't let me go I just wanna feel your body right next to mine All night long Baby, slow down the song And when it's coming closer to the end hit "Rewind" All night long Baby, slow down the song Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, baby, slow down the song Oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, baby, slow down the song...... Uhhhhhhhh.........!!!!!Damn my alarm. It's just 4 am why the hell I've to wake up so early uh? Yeah right I've a surgery to attend. My alarms' still going on,but I don't wanna stop it becau

, she mumbled quietly. "Give me your handbag..", I asked her and she handed it hesitantly. "Now remove your glasses and put on these lenses." After a lot of pestering she did wear lenses and I redone her makeup. "You look beautiful without all these things..but when you want to change willingly, don't step back and don't think about others what they might think about it okay?" She nodded her head up and down with a little smile. "Now, go and change into this gown."

And in that moment, something changed across the balance. A single world somewhere within existence shifted into a new moment. A child grew slightly older in the span of a heartbeat. A flower closed and opened again. A river changed direction after rainfall. And the Voidborn noticed every single change. What is becoming? it asked. Kael answered slowly. It's everything continuing while changing at the same time.” Then the Voidborn said softly, I think I am becoming too. The balance tightened because that was no longer an observation. That was identity-forming.

Becca yelled. "Listen, Becca, we know what is best for you. Moreover, we have no choice, our family was chosen to produce a bride for the prince," my father responded. "Oh, I see… you pushed me into hell to save your heads, right.?" Becca yelled. "Common ginger, it's not hell. Prince Regan is a prince… useless or not, he is one of the royals. it's not as bad as you think.. we are paving the way to making you the queen," Becca's mother spoke up smoothly.

Camile sat on a bench in the park sighing heavily as she spoke to herself, " isn't it because I don't have money that I came all the way here to look for a job and I can't get an appointment to be interviewed because I have to pay a huge sum of money. Where am I supposed to get $900,000 from that's almost a million, now I have to go back home and try to raise at least 60% of it if I really need the job, sigh, what to do now?" As she thought to herself, she saw a child walk slowly to the end of bench she sat on and sat down, she looked downcast and she is a very beautiful girl, she had a full blonde hair on her head that made one feel like patting it. She smiled at the child and looked away,

"Like being gone all day." "We need to complete the mate bond. You already made up your mind, so why not?" "I don't want to push her too far too fast, Ash. We might have just found out she has a wolf, but she just found that out too. Sealing the mate bond can be extremely overwhelming, so I want her to become more familiar with herself and her wolf first."

"Shut up already. Don't start with all your formalities. When are you coming?" " By 10p.m. Need to pack all my stuff." "Okay. Will be waiting for you." I hang up the call after saying bye and dial another number. After five rings, Eleanor recieves the call. "Hello, Eleanor?" "Yes, Meera. What happened?" Eleanor's voice sounds like she's very suprised. " I'm ready to go with the deal." "What?" Eleanor sounds shocked. "Yes. I'm ready to become Mr. Dhruv Saxena's sugar baby." ********

Or what she had lost. She wasn’t moving in reaction anymore. She was moving with intention. Becoming. Not who she used to be. Not who circumstances had shaped her into. But someone entirely new. And for the first time— That didn’t feel uncertain. It felt right.

She said: "Thomas taught me to say this when a plant or a bed or a section has arrived at its full expression. When it has become fully what it was going to be. The foxgloves in the thirty-first spring are what they are — the bed has completed its becoming. The subsequent springs will be the maintenance of what it is. The significant change is done." Don wrote this in the notebook. Ernest looked at the foxgloves throughout the kitchen garden. He looked at them as Ruth's sentence described them: what they are. The full expression. The completed becoming. He thought about the difference between the becomin

"I can't go to your house, Maya. I can't be you." "You have to," I said, a strange coolness settling over me. "If we don't play along, people will think we’ve lost our minds. Go back to my house. My mom thinks I’m still in bed." "I don't know how to drive that piece of junk!" Chloe cried. "You'll figure it out. It's an automatic." I said. She walked to the closet and pulled out a dress. "Here, get dressed. Wear something good. If you're going to be me, at least try to look like me."