Becoming Novels & Stories

"Take us for drinks, Booker. Tonight calls for a celebration." I glance toward Grog in surprise. "Celebration?" Amelia asks in equal surprise. He smiles down at her. "Yes my love, celebration." "What are we celebrating," I can't help but ask. His smile doesn't falter as his eyes shift to me. "Why, You of course. He's convinced me you are worthy of our pack. We've accepted you. You're one of us now. That calls for celebration." My spine tenses. So I am one of the their pack now. That means I can be trusted. Unfortunately, that also means something far more fearsome. Something I dread and ultimately know is coming.

I fumbled for the remote and picked a random blockbuster to watch. "Uncle Theo, let's watch a movie first!" "Okay." Behind me, his fingers tapped against the back of the couch lightly. The pleasing scent of his body wash drifted into my nose, making my heart stir. "This movie would help get you in the mood." Were all successful people that meticulous and fussy? They needed to get in the mood first, even for a massage. As I racked my brain to come up with a reply, the male and female leads appeared on the screen.

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

"Ok, time to make a list." He wrote on the paper in his hands To do list "Stop excuses and play softball." He spoke slowly, speaking with each word. "Demand a raise from Ross." He stared down at the second number. "Nah, that's probably never happening." He cancelled that. "Ok, what else? Oh, get a girlfriend." He looked at Jojo who was staring straight at him. "You're right, I can't get a girlfriend while looking like a loser, I need to change my wardrobe." He looked down at his note.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Taylor's POV It's finally the weekend which means that today I will be going shopping with my best friends looking for clothes for our graduation party. This week had been crazy with confessions and saying goodbye to my childhood friend, Liam. However, we still keep contact with each other, even though we're in two different cities. Liam told me that Melissa was no longer an annoying bitch and she suddenly became nice to everyone and was starting to wear jeans. This at first was freaking Liam out, because she was totally different from her normal self but was going back to how she was in our childhood.

“The chance to become more than you are. To grow beyond original nature. To choose creation over consumption.” “I don’t understand. I am hunger. How can I be anything else?” “By trying. By failing. By trying again. By choosing growth even when regression is easier. By becoming what you never imagined possible.” The ancient thing was quiet. Then slowly, carefully, it began to change. Form becoming more defined. Darkness becoming less absolute. Void becoming… something else. Something new. “I don’t know what I’m becoming,” it said. Wond

I thought the same, but you know…Mum again! I sighed wearily. “What kind of makeover are we talking about here?". I asked. “You know, the kind that gets you lots of attention, making people turn around to catch a glimpse of you". ”But I think, before the makeover, we need to build our confidence". Gabby pointed out. “How?". Both Malison and I asked.. “A teenager with great self-esteem, who knows their self-worth, becomes a confident adult eager to pursue their passions. That from G****e, so the point is, we won't be able to do or achieve any of this if we lack self confidence".

he said then sighed and relaxed in his seat and began looking at the priest pulling the beard under his chin. At the end of the service, he introduced me to the priest and some other enthusiast members who were so happy to see him. On the ride home, he said, "I want to buy chicken " I turned from the window, puzzled as to why he was suddenly telling me about his food plans. "I want to buy like thirteen " he continued "I'll be grooming them so before December they will be as big as goats" I started laughing but he seemed serious, his eyes were set on the road. I covered my mouth and listened more.

It was learning limits. Nathan whispered: “You’re reshaping it…” I nodded. “But it still doesn’t know what it is.” I inhaled slowly. Then said the next line carefully. “You are becoming.” The forest went still. Not frozen. Listening. Then the system responded. But not immediately. A delay. A hesitation. “BECOMING… UNDEFINED.” My chest tightened. That wasn’t rejection. That was transition. Nathan’s eyes widened. “…You’re converting it into a developmental state.”