Novel & Cerita I Am Another Word

I stared at the needle for a minute before returning to the mirrored image. It was smiling at me. That was the strange thing, I wasn't smiling. "Hey!" The image whispered, startling me. I inhaled and exhaled sharply, rapidly blinking and trying to convince myself this wasn't real. "I'm very real." The image convinced me. "And you are supposed to be what? Conscience?" "No. You summoned me." "How are you going to help me out of here exactly?"

This was not a general weighing consequences. This was a man who had reached the edge of himself. “Now,” he said again, lower this time. “Before this place takes anything else from you.” For a heartbeat, I wanted to go. God help me, I wanted to turn my horse south and never look back—to let him pull me out of this nightmare and pretend the treaty, the blood, the years of sacrifice had never existed. But wanting had never been enough to stop a war. “Let me go,” I said.

The other version of Layla had hot golden eyes and a long crack across her face, it seemed that burning red was shining through the crack. “Who are you?” Layla asked again, this time her voice was more stable, surer about the question she wanted answered. The other version layla just tsk her tongue and shook her head. “I guess I over-estimated your ability.” The other version spoke. Her movement seemed like a coordinated dance, her words emphasizing her movement, it all seemed to put Layla on edge. The other version moved to the frozen picture, where the William was still holding on to Layla.

not again. Not again.....

"Yes." Another silence.

"You and who else?" "You."

he threatened, raising his finger to perch a butterfly on it. I immediately turned to face uncle. My entire body was immediately enveloped in fear. "Entrante!" I yelled. It is a slang term that we use when we are angry or have strong emotions. The fresh plants around us quickly dried up. The previous green roots that encircled our dome quickly withered.

Amanda turned round to see another person that looked exactly like her. "And who the fuck is she? What's going on? Where is Alex?" "Oh Lord, I think it's time for another explaining."

Not clarity. But another life.

Corvina's unwavering support lifted my gaze, and I met her eyes once more. “Nesta,” She called my name softly, her tone filled with compassion. "You can lie to yourself all you want, you can push him away, hurt him, bled him. You will absolutely make him chase you and make him beg you on his knees. But if he ends up at your door for another chance to breathe, don't turn him away." Her words struck me deeply, the weight of her friendship and concern seeping into my soul.