I Am Not Okay Book Novels & Stories

Every detail was accounted for, yet the air felt wrong, unsettled, as if a storm was brewing just beyond the horizon of their perfect world. He kept seeing Mimi’s defiant eyes, the way she had handled the rush of the lunch crowd, the easy, genuine laughter she’d shared with Emma the waitress near the service station. It was a warmth this apartment severely lacked, a life force he hadn’t realized was missing until she showed him the contrast. He had chosen comfort over passion, security over excitement, and now, standing in his monument to success, he felt profoundly hollow.

Rejection Olympics? The mark on my neck pulsed harder, sharper. I clutched it instinctively, nails digging into the skin. It burned like it was being re-carved—and beneath it, the mate bond echoed, twisted and screaming in its broken silence. Tears blurred my vision, but I gritted my teeth. “Nope,” I whispered. “Not breaking today.” I picked the book back up with trembling fingers. If Amaya thought this thing was a key, then I needed to figure out what it unlocked.

she said and lay back onto her bed. I sat on the other side, my feet hanging off the side of the king size bed. I glanced at Sienna and I saw that her top had ridden up slightly, so I was now seeing her toned and very flat stomach. Fuck me. "I take it you haven't read this book," I said as I held the book up in my hand. She chuckled. "It is called How To Not Be A Bitch. Rocco gave it to me. I personally think he needs it more than I do," she said.

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I try not to beat myself up about it, I might never get to know the truth behind their lives and how I and Monica came to be with Mom and Dad not being here. But I meant it when I told Ian to release her allowance. She’s our father's daughter and he would want her taken care of even if she is a shitty daughter. But I suppose we could let her stew for a few more days. I flip the page of one of my favorite novels, Red Winter by Annette Marie. I’ve read the series countless times and it’s sort of a comfort book for me. My first exam is in two days, but if I read another word or equation about finance I was going to lose my damned mind so Red Winter it is.

No one actually cared, every time a person asked if you are okay, it’s because they want to hear you say I am okay, or I am fine, so they can forget about you and go on with their lives. Because people cannot handle dark, weird, scary or not fine. I turned around and climbed the stairs leading to my room before shutting the door and heaving out a sigh of relief. Inside my room everything was perfect to me, I could be me, I could jump around, I could stay naked or lay in bed the whole day without worrying about anything else.

(6). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 6: Run . It was an average Monday. Aiden was doing his usual thing, studying as he ate even though there was no reason to be studying. No tests coming up, no more assignments to do. The lack of work was all because of the upcoming field trip but even so, Aiden always felt the urge to look over things, just to make sure he didn't forget.

--- Eloisa POV It's seven in the morning but Kent wasn't home yet. I got up from my bed and making my way to the bathroom. I can't keep being sick anymore. What if Kent was doing it to that woman? What if he falls in love with Lucy? He must do as I say or else his father's company and he will go bankrupt again. I called Anna to bring me a cup of tea. I wanted to calm myself while waiting for him to come home. Am I a fool to him? I know what he and that bitch doing inside the villa. Flashback...

Amari POV: Bored I walked into the dusty room and I did some cleaning up. Got rid of the cobwebs and opened the curtains to try to brighten up the place Tracing my fingers over all the books on the shelf one falls onto the floor landing on my feet and I jump back a little. Picking up the book it says Album. Aww this must have all his baby pictures Opening it I'm met with a picture of a girl. My heart stops. Underneath the picture, it reads Amanda Calvenski. Cause of death Untreated cancer.

She angles the laptop so I can read better. “Your book gave me permission to leave. I thought I was crazy for twenty years. Thank you for showing me I wasn’t.” I feel my chest tighten as she scrolls to another message. “I’m a man who controlled my wife without realizing it. Your book opened my eyes. I’m in therapy now. We’re trying to rebuild.” “Amelia,” I say softly, pulling her closer. She keeps scrolling, showing me message after message. Thousands of them, each one a story of pain finding purpose, of survival becoming strength. Her hand trembles slightly on the trackpad.