I Am Novels & Stories

My I*******m is @prof_israel 2021 My nickname is Prof Israel. Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel. I drop my pen here. I AM NOTHING BUT A PENCIL IN THE HAND OF THE CREATOR. LOVE YOU ALL.

Not anymore! 𝑴𝑬: 𝑩𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌� ��𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝑰’𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐?

I want to be friends with you" " Fine" " Fine? So that means we're friends already? "Not really close friends. We're just , just friends" "What's just, just friends? "Friends, normal friends... Beginners" "What? Matteo chuckled. "What's funny? " You're funny Missy" " I am" " Yes. Beginner friends, crazy. Fine, I'm okay with it. So what comes with beginner's package? "A few things though" "A few things like what? " Getting to know each other"

I'm sorry mom and dad. I'm sorry Anya. I'm sorry little one. I didn't get to meet you. I wish I could have done more.

😹😹😹😹😹😹 Follow my social media too. @tarmah__ on Ig @tarmah___ on tiktok Okay bye...

I’ll mаkе ѕurе nо one саn tоuсh me оr hurt me. The рrоmіѕе flаѕhеѕ thrоugh mу mind as I lose соnѕсіоuѕnеѕѕ. I’m not a hооkеr! I’m Cаrrіе Jаmеѕ and I’m раrt of an undеrсоvеr роlісе ѕtіng.

𝘞𝘏𝘠 𝘋𝘐𝘋 𝘐 𝘚𝘈𝘠 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛? 🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷 𝗜'𝗺 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗯𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶

He will come again. I didn't know what to do, should I be happy because my other personality came out and now I can get a proper treatment or should I be sad because my other personality has found himself a mate. And I don't know anything about her. I need to go to the bank to get the money my dad sent me. I am working as a freelancer but I am also getting money from my dad because of my expenses and treatment.

The sound of the machines, the stiffness of my limbs, the smell of the hospital — all of it screamed reality. “W… who am I?” I asked finally, my voice breaking. The doctor stared at me for a long moment. His lips pressed into a thin line. He seemed to hesitate, glancing at the nurse, then back at me. “You are Eli,” he said quietly. “You were in a car accident when you were ten years old. You’ve been in a coma for nine years.” My mind went blank. “Nine… years?” I echoed, almost in disbelief. He nodded slowly.

I still had a use for it. I held up the bag and waved it in front of the camera. The viewers thought I was putting on an act. The chat was filled with nothing but strings of censored curse words. You could tell how nasty the comments were. However, I did not care one bit. I displayed my medical records directly. "I know you won't believe anything I say, but don't let someone with ulterior motives manipulate you into becoming their weapon. "I'm not the first person she's slandered. If you keep enabling her to do evil, then what's happening to me now will happen to you too.”