I Am Not Okay With This Novels & Stories

I have to do something, anything, but I refuse to keep living like this. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

I feel so sad all of a sudden and I know it’s all about this heat season fucking with my mind, but these emotions feel too real. “ You are saying I am not…Loveable? Am I so bad? ”

Zach asked. “All the television and music makes people think that it's okay.” Dad declared. “Very sad. That lifestyle is unacceptable.” I looked down in my lap and sighed. They would never accept me. -- Uma was waiting for me when I got to my place a few nights later. “Hey,” I whispered. “Hi.” “You wanna come in?” Uma shook her head. “If I do I won’t…I’ll do something I’ll regret.” “What’s going on?” I asked.

I don't engage. "You may have some. Do you want to make a deal for it?" Not on your life. "I don't care. Do whatever. You just do what you want anyways. Why should I concern myself when it is not up to me." I finally speak. My voice is creaky and hoarse, heavy with irritation.

He asked a little forcefully, "If she is who you both think she is, then Karistus is the Alpha of all Alphas. Doesn't that give her control over things? Why do we have to get involved in a battle that has nothing to do with us?" Knox furrowed his brow and stared at Judah for a second, "Is everything alright?" He asked in concern, but Judah wasn't interested in playing nice anymore. He was sick of playing the third wheel while Alpha and Beta tiptoed around important issues. "No, I'm fucking not alright!" He lashed out, and by the way, both sets of eyes changed color. It looked like he had pissed their wolves off. They were quick to remind him of his place.

This is bad, I should just sleep and make up my mind, I'm tired. ❤️~~❤️~~~~❤️~~~❤️~~~❤️~~~❤️

Before the birthday party starts, my boyfriend, Edward Parker, casts his phone onto the large screen in the private room. He starts an anonymous poll in the group chat we share with our friends. The question is, "Tonight, should I stay and cut the cake with my girlfriend, or go to the premiere with my childhood friend?" A 30-second countdown begins as the votes keep climbing. His childhood friend, Renee Lane, gets 17 votes while I get just one. Everyone thinks I'm the one who has voted for myself. Edward leans back against the couch and smiles. "The minority yields to the majority." Renee hands him the movie ticket. "Guess everyone agrees that I need you more." Meanwhile, I'm standing

Why am I the one who has to suffer in this alone? Maybe I’m not. Maybe I just choose to be. But I’m not going to do it anymore. Fuck this bond. And fuck Noah Stephens and his opinion of me!

I could hear my own breathing, uneven, louder than I wanted it to be. I took a step back, needing space, even if it was just a little. “You’re not being fair,” I said quietly. “I told you—it doesn’t have to be.” “That’s not how this works.” “It is for me.” I shook my head, letting out a frustrated breath. “You keep saying that like it makes it okay.” “It doesn’t need to be okay.” “It does,” I insisted. “If you expect me to just accept it.” “I expect you to answer.”

“Do you hear yourself?” “Yes.” “And you don’t think there’s anything wrong with this?” “No.” Of course not. I shook my head, looking away. “This isn’t normal.” “No,” he agreed. I blinked. That— Wasn’t what I expected. I looked back at him. “You admit that?” “Yes.” “…And you’re still doing it.” “Yes.” I huffed a quiet laugh. “Unbelievable.” “It’s working.” “That doesn’t make it right.” “I’m not interested in right.”