I Am What I Am Book Novels & Stories

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Yet he couldn't seem to ask any of those questions. After ending the call, he picked up the book he was reading, ' I am Mighty Me', and continued flipping through the pages. He was one of the first batches to have preordered the book, and he finally got his hands on it. He glanced through the book, his eyes scanning across each page, as if the gentle, delicate words on the page could allow him to interact with her inner world. There was even her own signature scribbled on the title page of the book. He chuckled when he came to the part about 'Hilden Adams'.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

I just want to take a moment to reimplement the trigger warning. This portion of the book is going to include some dark themes. There will be many triggering and sensitive subjects so please proceed with caution. This book may become hard to read at times (hopefully) butt I just want to say that you have been warned🤍 Amber's P.O.V I cry silently to myself, feeling the car continue to sway as my arms remain hooked against the metal frames behind me. Different sniffles can be heard around the space as my body continues to fall into the person sitting beside me.

I ignored it hoping it would simmer and die from the lack of attention. The edges of the book in my hands were turning white, frost creeping over the pages like delicate lacework. I was blatantly failing. With a sharp exhale, I announced.“It’s freezing again.” From the couch across the room, Khalid let out an amused chuckle. “But hey, you held it longer this time.” “Two hours,” I quirked a brow in question as I glanced up to meet his face. He was grinning, all pearly whites in sight, looking far too relaxed for someone watching me unwillingly turn a self-help book into a Popsicle. Flavor? Bland useless knowledge with a sprinkle of aged dust.

“I want to wait for my mate.” Akiri’s expression softened, and she brushed the tears from my face. “Zarek, you can’t control everything. You’ll get through this.” I shook my head, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "No, I won't. My mate... they’ll never want me. I’m just a tool for breeding." My heart shattered as the words left me. I didn’t want to believe them, but it was the only truth I had. Akiri’s voice hardened, sharp with authority. “Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. Ever.” Her words were a command, and they shook me to my core.

I approached the woman and washed my face and went out again and changed my clothes to comfortable ones and sat on the bed and picked up a book from under the bed. It is not an ordinary book, it is a book of magic. I read what it contains exactly what I want, and I realized what I fell into... It says that every time I close my eyes for more than a second I will see what terrifies me the most that made me change, but the way is not mentioned. He took care of all of that and fell asleep, but no way I didn't even sleep just put my head on the pillow I swear, I woke up screaming panic this time it wasn't normal more terrifying and I feel like it.

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.”

A book stayed. A book was a physical anchor in the world. Anyone, at any time, could pick it up, flip to the chapter about the pharmacy floor, read about the desperate decision, the five years of silence, and everything that followed. They could read it in the privacy of their own minds, judging her or understanding her, without her ever being there to defend herself. She was terrified of her story existing in the world without her there to guard it. “Selene,” she could hear Amara’s crisp, unmistakable voice saying in her head—the voice of a woman who had sat beside her in boardroom battles for two decades. “That is exactly why it needs to exist.”

I glanced sideways and saw Isabella desperately trying to hide her face behind my shoulder, yet her hand clung to mine with a strength that surprised me. Amid the deafening cheers, I looked at my family in the front row. Their faces were almost ashen. In that moment, I felt no vindication or even hatred. Because at last, in this reckoning 20 years overdue, I'd taken that scarred little girl by the hand and led her home. I finally understood that home wasn't where one was born, but where the love was.