Dearest Self Novels & Stories

He said. He started to feel low of himself. Even though I can't boast of my self-esteem, this is bad. "Jay. Open up, I'm back for you." I say with tears blocking my throat, my voice start to get more low. "Please, I want to see your face.

Life happening without her, for now. She stood by the glass, watching her reflection overlap with the garden beyond. “I’m here,” she whispered. Not to anyone else. Just to herself. London didn’t answer. But it didn’t demand anything either. Rihanna closed the doors, sat on the bed, and breathed through the ache. Missing him didn’t mean she was wrong. It just meant she was human. And tomorrow, in this room, with this quiet and this space— She would begin.

The problem is, I don’t know how to trust anyone for help. “Yes, Daddy?” I answer going instantly in little girl mode. “Is it a man who hurt you?” He questions, his eyes roaming all over my face. I nod. “Was the man who hurt you in a way supposed to be your protector?” Matteo keeps pushing. “Yes, Daddy. Oh, I am sorry I left at all. I shouldn’t have done something so selfless and leave the rest of my family there, he is going to hurt them if he can’t reach out to me, and I know that is bad, so fucking terrible,” I cry out.

" Now leaning against the tree, Stefanos sighed, staring out at the distance as his erratically beating heart calmed down and he smiled, holding the letter close to his heart. "You showed me so many beautiful things, so many things I never imagined I would see. You are so much more than what people portray you to be. You are not unworthy. You are and will always be the man I love the most and eventually, people will to, if you love yourself first Stefanos. For my sake, if not for yours, believe in yourself a little bit more, have faith in yourself a little bit more, and may be then, you can finally come out of your shell.

Change is inevitable, we change every year, every month, every day and every second. You aren’t the same person that you were when you woke up this morning and you have either become a better person or far worse. In my case, I have become the worst version of myself. Perhaps not myself, but the worst version of a ghost- shadow, that I could be.

'I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. Believe in yourself. You are braver than you think, more talented than you know, and capable of more than you imagine.' 🌹🌹 You Are My Obsession (Part 7) 🌹🌹

Daisy paused for a minute and couldn’t manage to look up at Nicolas. Nicolas spoke again, “Daisy, don’t stay quiet. Your silence is making me impatient.” Daisy looked up and mumbled in a vague tone while searching a suitable answer for Nicolas’s question. --------------------------------- "Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.So never forget to peek into yourself then only you will be able to find the best for your self. First start loving yourself then only you will learn to love others."

I stammered and looked at myself in the mirror, feeling suffocated. All my past started recalling in my head. I held my hands with my two heads. “Or could this be a prank?” I soliloquized myself. "Argh," I screamed, took a deep breath, and felt the pain strike my heart, the anger to avenge my father's killer. I couldn't believe I had forgotten about it so easily. "You will pay," I said to myself, a few tears flowed down from my eyes. My phone rang, and I picked up the call. "Where are you? It's time."

And yes, there are people who will love you with kindness and respect. But above all, choose yourself. Love yourself. Appreciate yourself. Speak life into your heart every day and remind yourself: I am worthy. I deserve better. I deserve to be safe. Thank you for being brave enough to read this story to the very end. I hope it entertained you, but more importantly, I hope it left you with a message that stays with you, one that could help you, or someone you love, one day. Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart.

I muttered to myself. I stared at the mirror, looking at the woman, I have become and married him for something precious and not this. Loving wealth, fame, power and still do my thing normally, that's my goal. Suffering became part of me when I was growing up. Suffering and street life is what I wouldn't like to experience again. He is a caring and lovable husband, but he wants to be the head. My voice doesn't count. “I have a voice, I am a brave lady.” I said to myself and stood up grandly to the dinning room to meet him.