I Am What I Am Book 소설 & 이야기

Dear readers, It's me lorainejd, the author of this book. I would like to thank you all for reading this book. I hope you'll enjoy reading. I also want to let you know that all the characters in this story is just a work of fiction. Any names or events related to real people is just coincidence.

she swore to herself and in a blink of an eye her eyes took a shade of red and her hands emitted fire as the sink in her hands broke into two. "What the hell?" DEEP INTO THE WOODS An image could be seen in a black cave all dressed in a black gown as his eyes glowed brightly and his lips slowly moved to speak "She's has awakened"

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.

Content Advisory: This chapter contains themes and depictions of emotional and psychological distress, verbal intimidation, manipulation, and betrayal. Reader discretion is advised. I sit at the vanity, the morning light casting harsh shadows across it. My reflection stares back at me, caught between the woman I’m supposed to be and the traitor I’ve become.

"It’s in the quiet moments—the smell of rain on old paper, the weight of truth in your bones." Amara’s throat tightened. I bleached my hair for a ghost’s legacy. For a house that feels like a museum of broken things. She looked out at the sea again, where the horizon bled into indigo. What would you say, Mama, if you saw me now? Trading your library for this gilded cage? Survival isn’t betrayal, another voice countered—sharp, pragmatic. Marcella will sell every book you love if you fail. So wear Selene’s skin. Play the part. Just… don’t forget who you are beneath it.

Velvet Obsession Amarissa¥ The world returned in fragments of fire and downy darkness. My eyes opened to the high ceiling of the library, shelves towering like silent guardians around us. Every nerve ending felt alive in a way that made my previous human existence seem muted and distant. The turning had rewritten me from the inside out, and the new hunger pounded beneath my ribs like a second heartbeat.

I chuckled, she must be hungry and I don't have the heart to wake her up unless she wakes up herself. I picked up the book I was reading. It's a motivational book titled 'FINDING MYSELF'. After the birth of my child, I was so down that I thought I had everything under control. I almost lost myself in the whole thing. I was glad I have Martha and Bella who helped me out through the whole process.

"It has been a long fairly self-sufficient journey, Henry, and I wasn't sure I was going to last with this book considering my level of education, knowledge of words and sentence construction. To be honest, I have thought of throwing this book away and not completing it but I can't because it is my life's work. I find myself telling stories on days when I have nothing to write about and I am not sure if the stories I tell are amazing stories or just a piece of shit that people are going to struggle to read. But, my entire life's work lies in what I am writing. I know it doesn't sound decent for me to call it my life work since I have been writing it in less than a year but I have to admit, I

Pulling at something within me. I forced it back. “Tell me what’s in the book.” He exhaled. “The truth.” I hesitated. His golden eyes gleamed. “You want to know, don’t you? What you are. Why you exist. What they made you for.” My breath caught. He took a slow step closer. “You’re afraid. Because deep inside you know — if you crack open that book, you won’t be able to deny it anymore.” I clenched my fists. “Deny what?”

Sixteen years had passed over Riverside and over me — there was grey at my temple now that Iris liked to find and announce — but the Keeper stood there exactly as she had stood at the top of ninety-one steps: straight-backed, plainly dressed, hands folded, with the look of a woman who had been expected somewhere for a very long time and was not going to apologise for her timing. I looked up, and I was not surprised, because I had been waiting for her without knowing it. I came down the ladder slowly. I set the book in my hand on the returns trolley, spine out, exactly straight. Some part of me wanted to make her wait, and I let it have that much. "The time has come," she said, "for you to un