Half Of Me Novel Novels & Stories

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.

“It’s choosing us.” The halves collided again, blinding light erupting between us. I reached for him— And the world tore apart. When the light cleared, I was alone. The bridge was gone. The throne was gone. Even the heartbeat of the Gate was gone. Only silence remained — cold, absolute, endless. Then I looked down. The half-crown — the black one — rested in my hand. And in the distance, where Auren had been, a second presence flickered — not human, not wolf, something divine and terrible.

I'm not surprised that I feel no pain. I check my sides and I find the bruises the Gamma chief gave me have completely disappeared. I look down at my hands with their long graceful fingers. When I shifted, they were large and hairy with long thick claws, I remembered them looking like they belonged to a huge beast. But I don't understand why everything about me has to be different. I've seen people shift to their wolf form and it was a beautiful thing to behold but my own wolf walk on two legs instead of all fours? It looks like a half-human, half-wolf monster! Does that mean I will be a freak for the rest of my life!? I wonder to myself. I badly need someone to confide in about this but who

I stood in the centre of my room, my chest heaving. Then I began shape-shifting again; My bones cracked, my fur retracting. My skin stretched and smoothened. I exhaled sharply as the beast gave way to the man—tall, broad, bare-chested, with scars tracing the story of every battle I’d ever fought. I stepped toward the window, my golden eyes now dulled to their human hue. Who was that girl? And why is her scent lingering in my mind??

--- Sidestory: Travis’s POV My sister came back with a different soul inside her body. But that didn’t matter. She liked the food I cooked. She liked standing by my side, talking nonstop about everything and nothing. She was loud. So loud. But little by little, she filled every inch of my life. No, she became my entire life. Her eyes lit up when she talked, and for the first time, my world wasn’t made up of nothing but work and study. She walked around the house in thin camisole dresses, oblivious to what she was doing to me.

The hope of friendship still lingers in my mind. Despite my struggling life with my roommate my new novel gained momentum, which was focusing on the lives of wealthy individuals, I found myself caught up in the writing process. My editor, Henry, was pleased with my work, and it felt great. My new novel is based on my current situation. But picturing Haze to be more sweet, extraverted, and delicate. Each morning, I would wake up and head to the private gym in the apartment building that I had discovered a few weeks ago. Haze never mentioned its existence, and when I asked her about it, she simply shrugged and said, "You never asked," with an indifferent expression.

Meanwhile, Aubrianne was out cold, completely unaware of her surroundings and all that was happening around her. Dear My Lovely Readers, My apologies for ending so abruptly, but this is only half the story and we are already at over two hundred chapters. I am so sorry, but I do not want to end up with a book that holds five hundred chapters. Hence the reason for part two, this story has surely grown and I am moving where it leads. Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate Two will be dropping soon, stay tuned... Meanwhile, feel free to check my newest book Queen Luna's Revenge - The Victim or the Villain? Right here on this lovely platform.

Her eyes are on him only, and a possessive snarl builds in my throat as I realize they were a romantic couple. "Nathan," she cries, and my insides twist from the pain in her voice. I glance at her dead companion to confirm he is dead. I feel a wave of happiness when I see and hear that he is. She is mine, and I hate the fact their scents are intermingled. His death will simplify things for me. I pick up my tiny mate just before she can touch his corpse and a sense of utter completion overtakes me. I have found my other half. I am holding her in my arms...My mate...a human...a human asking for death and ignoring every warning I have given her people.

“We’ll take it slow. I’ve got you.” They walked to the bathroom, a small room with a big shower, the glass door fogged from the warm air. Elle clutched her slip, her heart racing as Jack turned on the water, steam filling the space. She stood frozen, her eyes on the floor, as he started unbuttoning his shirt, his movements slow, giving her time. She glanced up, then quickly looked away, her face red as she saw his bare chest, this would be her first glimpse of him naked fully. He was her husband, but the newness made her want to hide.