Blessed Are The Misfits Novels & Stories

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?

Pale sunlight broke through the clearing sky, stretching across the horizon, and a rainbow arched overhead. Once, my life lost all its color when I was forced to trade away what was mine to others. But now, at last, a new chapter was beginning.

blissful, loving, and precious. THE END…

Then, she added without looking at Gray, “Well, it’s also true that humans indeed are amazing.” Hearing that, he raised his head and showed a silly smile towards Sierra. She ignored him once again and continued, “There are two types of blessed people. The one who born with it or the one who earns it. Naturally, the one who born with it is more powerful and bear a rare Blessing, but it’s once in a million. So, how about the one who earns it?” Gray questioned her back curiously, “Does it mean they can learn?”

Adelaide says. “Hey Mack and Matilda. Mack I owe you a sincere apology for my part in your curse.” Skylar says. “No you don’t, you were only doing what you thought would get you your kids back or at least keep them from being harmed. I don’t blame you. I don’t know what I would do if it had been me in that situation.” Mack tells her. “We actually called you because we would like your help. As you know Josiah is locked away at the moment. Mack and I would like to place a curse on him. One that would never allow him to find peace or happiness ever again.” Matilda tells her.

“I was fated to a powerful heir from the species that are against other supernaturals. It was the Moon Goddess’s way of bringing us together. Maybe her way of making them see how much things need to change.” I noticed a lot of confused faces, “think about it. Dad, Alpha, Beta, when you met your mates and still to this day, you would do anything for them. You put their lives and their needs in front of your own. Even if that means standing up to someone who has control over you. Even if they are stronger or more powerful.” I looked over at Creed. I didn’t need to be fated to the other heirs because they have beliefs like ours. They don’t care that I’m different. That I’m a hybrid, or mixed br

I shook my head, trying to get rid of my pessimism. I looked up to the sky begging God to hear my humble prayer. I hadn't prayed in a very long time and I wondered if that was my punishment. I silently asked for a chance to get out Chris's clutches. They said God loved us despite our darkest sins. I let my troubled mind dwell on God's love instead of the dark hearted 'killer' behind me. “Thought you'd get rid of me that easy, huh?” He teased, tightening his hold of me. “I'm going to show you what happens to young girls who think they can run away from me.”

She scoffed “Yeah, you’ve got some moves, you’ve being trained but that can only take you so far” I shrug. I’ll take my chances. “This world is full of men” she says the word with so much disgust. “Evil males, they would use you for their own ends. Until they rip you to pieces, our haven is a safe place, hidden, protected, for outcasts and misfits, where females like you can thrive” I don’t tell her that there’s no one like me. I admire what they are doing, their mission, protecting themselves, protecting people. A sad smile pulls at my lips, If I’d found out about them a year ago, before I met Zayne, came here, I think I would have belonged with them. A misfit.

I say to an old man on a wheel chair "which way to the rooftop please?" He points in a direction. "Thank you" I say then walk in that direction. I finally get to the rooftop. The wind hits me, blowing my hair in all directions and I get a semblence of serenity. There's a bench in the centre, on which I take a sit. I feel numb with pain. I lost my baby. I'm a terrible mother. Do I even deserve to be alive? Why didn't the devil just take me then? I don't know how long I stay there, staring at nothing until...

Well those are absolute lies. Everyone of us is fit to be loved... No matter our stories, our past or our present... Love is never impossible for anyone, we just have to look closely to find it... Who knows, it might just be an apartment away from you... My name is Bliss Carnap and this is where I drop my pen! . THE END