How To Be Everything Novels & Stories

Create a strong alibi. Do not be afraid. Erase the evidence. Kill the witness. Kill your conscience. Plan everything before and after the crime.

she said, her voice just above a whisper. "I am all kinds of messed up. How can someone like me even be an Alpha or destined for something so great?" I asked. She smiled and shook her head, her eyes twinkling with understanding. "You don't need to know who you are to become it. You just need to believe that you can do it and work hard to make it happen. Your potential exceeds what you give yourself credit for," she whispered.

How can I have a say in it when I am confused, lost, and don’t know what's going on? How am I supposed to act, who am I supposed to be, how am I supposed to show up in this new world when I have never been myself? When I don’t know who I am to begin with?

This may not be tonight, tomorrow, or the next day, but everything is going to be okay. I, myself, am a strong person, but every now and then, I need someone to hold my hand and tell me that everything shall be all right. But if all of those around you are wanting for you to be that person to them, you need to be the one that rises through the storm, forget about your own fears, do not wonder, do not imagine, and most of all, do not obsess about the things that make you feel uncertain. Breathe and believe that everything shall be fine in the end; if it is not, that only means that it is not yet the end.

With all the noise and filth cleared away, my world finally became peaceful again. There was still a long road ahead. The world is big. There's plenty of room out there to make your own way.

Now I would do anything to trade this for intensity. I searched my head frantically for something nice and cheesy. Something from all the romantic short stories I'd been stuffing my brain with. "Um... Just be you. Have you ever heard of the phrase: Be-You-Tiful?" "No." It was my turn to give a smile, "Great. Let's try that. Maybe that's what you've been missing. Maybe that's what he wants to see. Maybe all it takes is for you to just show him that you're quite confident in who you are."

where do you hear such silly things, my Queen ". " A human being can never be perfect at everything. Even if it's me. I am never perfect at anything. If a person becomes perfect in everything then we don't need each other. You can do everything by yourself. We human being have one talent or one field we are good at. we just have to ty to know about our talent that's it". Hello guys how are you all. I hope you all are fine and healthy. If you like to read more then pls add the book to the library and pal do comments and write your reviews and don't forget to vote.

Or better yet, before when everything was fine and they weren’t gone. I didn’t know what to do. So I let the darkness and silence consume me. I couldn’t change what happened. I tried to move on. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t ok. It would be awhile before everything was. Well at least until, I learnt the art of pretending everything was ok. And trust me, I became so perfect at it, I believed it myself.

I raised my eyebrows. "Please," I said, "I never said you had to be a doctor or a lawyer. Go...be a lumberjack or an interior designer or a house painter or whatever! Don't conform to...whatever. I don't need you to be anything in particular. I just want you to...make something out of yourself. Anything." Anthony Jr. seemed, for a moment, like he was going to say something. Then he lapsed into silence for a minute. When he spoke again, he wasn't whining.

Nothing Hadley Westin does is pre-meditated or meant to ensnare me in some sort of trap I'm not ready for. "Don't," she saunters up to me, grabbing my hand. "Don't beat yourself up over a past you can't change. More than anything, I've learned I can't change my past. I can't make the mistakes I've made go away. They're there, regardless of how I wish or hope they aren't. What I can do is work to be a better person for however many days I have left on this planet. That's the only thing in my control. Nothing else matters, because I can't control the way people react to me, the way they perceive me, or the way I make them feel. The only thing I can do is be a good person, love myself, and be a