Half Of Me Novel Novels & Stories

I beckon her over, "Sorry to interrupt, you know I love that you're so good at all this, but you should meet my new friend Mid. She's great." "Ah, Lion's daughter. I can't believe it," she mumbles, turning to Mid, who comes approaching us with unsure, slow steps. Gemma whispers, "Why does she smell human?" "She’s only half-wolf," I reply, and when Mid is close I pull away from Gemma to hug her once more because I can't stop. She's too adorable not to. I want to keep her by my side all the time like a stuffed animal, "Midnight, this is my good friend Gemma. She's my promoter’s daughter, my classmate in college and my lover from time to time."

We're not only friends, but we're also sisters. BOOK ONE -- THE END Next book! BOOK TWO - HIS BETTERHALF Instagram @Itseeratkaur

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

Third-Person POV Aston sat on the float with Hailey and Tamara. He looked at Hailey's radiant smile and suddenly thought of himself back when he'd been a child. He'd lived with his mother, Lindsay Barrera, in Barclena since he could remember. Lindsay was mentally unstable and rarely had any moments of normalcy. However, she would be lucid for half a day on his birthday every year, showing him rare tenderness and hugging him while calling him her most precious gift from the heavens.

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

Even if only half, I am a predator. Looking upwards at my apartment, I'm glad I have plans tonight. If I were inside all night, I could see myself drinking too much. That more than instant healing might be what saves me. The keys fumble, mimicking arthritis. I drop them again and again. Finally, I grasp them hard. It takes forever to get the door open.

I turned to face him. "No," I said. "I'm something new." The Council would come. I knew that. They would send their guards, their hunters, their monsters. They would try to take me. Control me. Use me. But they would fail. Because I wasn't the scared half-blood from the Black Sea anymore. I wasn't the descendant. I wasn't even the First Wolf. I was something the world had never seen before. A half-blood who had embraced her shadow. A woman who had accepted her darkness.

I breathed in relief, my head slowly turning to the side and upwards to meet those coal irises once again, almost cowering under their intensity, his hot breath fanning all over my face as he simply said, “You haven’t told me yet what’s the other half, remember?” I blinked a few times, watching him in complete silence, mentally contemplating whether to tell him or not... If he keeps prying into my life like this, he’ll eventually find out anyway... Letting out a small sigh, I took a small step back, creating that distance I so much needed between us, my gaze meeting his as I finally told him, “I’m half fallen. My father was a fallen.” Obvious surprise marred his features, watching me with pu

I moaned in pain when my bruised palms came in contact with the edge of the steel chair, I would also probably need to work overtime today as well, I need to buy a new bag and some books, I can’t allow myself to lend some more money from Melissa, I owe her a lot as it is. I shook my head at the thought of asking my half-brother, Nathan to lend me some money, he would probably tell Ron about it, and he would beat me half alive again. I was in the vacant hallway that is located at the back, it’s an emergency exit and nobody uses it since there hasn’t been any emergency and I was reading a book. My favorite book in the world, it was a tragedy, but also a classic by Guillotine, it is titled “Val

I said referring to the novel in his hand. "Yeah i'm almost done with it,it's also great" Mig said and continued reading. I don't want to rush this novel,i want to savor every bit of it. I'm a fast reader,i could finish reading a novel in an hour but not like this novel..It seems unique. Did i just say i'm a fast reader? How did i know that?...cause this novel seems my first..Or; Have i read any novel before this? Am i a lover of novels? I asked myself trying hard to remember but i felt a sharp pain tore through my head...I cried out.