I Like Myself Book Novels & Stories

Anna POV My heart tightened. “Don’t say that.” “But I don’t know anything about myself.” “You know some things.” “Like what?” I opened my mouth. Then closed it. She looked at me expectantly. “You like…” I stopped. What did she like? What could I tell her that she would recognize as herself? “You like your favorite color.” She gave me a look. “That’s not very useful.” “Okay, fine.” I laughed softly. “You like certain foods. You hate when people touch your things without asking. You hate being late. You love…”

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She decided to document her journey and insights in a book—a heartfelt memoir that would serve as a guide for future generations. With great care, Luna poured her wisdom onto the pages, sharing her personal struggles, triumphs, and the profound lessons she had learned. She weaved together stories of her own experiences, anecdotes from the people she had met along the way, and the transformative power of authenticity. The book, titled "Embracing True Colors: A Journey of Authenticity," was published and received with great enthusiasm. Its impact spread far and wide, touching the lives of individuals who sought guidance and inspiration on their own paths to self-discovery.

For these brothers, my body seems to be insatiable. I can’t seem to get enough. I want and I want, and I want and I want. What a selfish woman I am. A knock sounds on the door, and, with my mind in a haze, I can’t react fast enough before Steven enters and sees me holding this book.

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“If you hate it so much, why read it?“ “Who said I hate it? I enjoy reading books where the main character is different from my personality. I think it’s no fun when I’m too similar to a character, it would be like I’m reading a story about myself, when I’m reading to escape the reality of my life.” Oh, he thinks deeply. Not expecting that from him, to be honest. I mean, it’s not that he looks dumb, but he just doesn’t look like the “smart, bookworm” type either.

He smirked as he kissed me on my forehead again as he took pictures. Even if I was forced into marriage. I was comfortable *** We got home and said goodbye to each other as we departed for our room. I closed my door and pulled off my clothes. It was night already and I was about to sleep. I stripped naked in front of my mirror and admired myself once more. I moved to the shelf and increased the air conditioner as I came across the big book on the shelf. I turn back to look at it and picked it up 'YOU LIKE HIM (30 WAYS TO KNOW YOU DO)- BY KRADIE BLACK.

“Ah that sure was refreshing, too bad I didn’t get to see that beautiful lady. She was really pretty with her glasses and her hair tied like that, She’s exactly my type of girl. Oh well, that’s too bad, I should go to the supermarket the-” OW...AAH... Accidentally bumping to someone after talking to myself is really kind of embarrassing ugh. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I’m walking-” “Ah it’s the beautiful glasses lady” he thought to himself while being flustered. “It’s okay, I only fell down. Well then, see you later glasses lady.” “Ah you too? What? Glasses lady? Me?” “Aargh, that was so embarrassing, I’m never going to do something like that again.”

I read the author's name and book title. Alina. He must be reading it before his turn comes. "We do shit Sanchi. We all do. Nobody is born saint." He gripped the book tight. "People who say they are good, do more shit than any of us. I never said I am a good person. I had done bad things in my life. Things I am not proud of. I've been into guilt and regret." He stopped for a second and stared at the wooden door. I listened to him carefully. I never saw this side of Kabir. Dark and . . . broken.

The bed had red flowers carved in the 'i love you' pattern. 'It seemed like he had the same intension as me for our dinner date.' Angela thought to herself as she strolled around the room admiring its interior decorations.