I'm Nobody Who Are You Novels & Stories

"Like no one actually sees me. They see what they want me to be. Perfect daughter, perfect student, perfect everything. But that's not me. That's not who I am." "Who are you?" he asks quietly. "I don't know," I admit. "That's the problem. I don't know who I am when I'm not performing for them. When I'm not trying to be what everyone expects." He's quiet for a moment. Then: "That must be exhausting." "It is," I whisper. He reaches over to the side table, grabs the tissue box, and hands it to me. Our fingers brush as I take it, and the contact sends electricity through me even in the midst of my breakdown.

That might be too late. She tiptoed near the chair quietly, trying to make up her mind. Should she try to scream or should she just go and hold the chair? The owner who was sitting on the chair stiffened a little, feeling her presence. “Who are you?” he almost whispered. “I … I am a no one! Almost a … Nobody.” She said while moving forward. “Get out of here.” His voice held command. “I … I can’t.” she stopped just an arm away.

"It would be significantly better if you had just followed me out here instead of rotting in that glass tower." "I have a company to run, Camille." "Who are you when you’re not working, Killian?" The question hit harder than it should have. Because who was I without the company I had today? If Serena were still here, she’d probably try to steer me away from the answer on the tip of my tongue and convince me I was somebody regardless, but I knew the truth. "A nobody," I whispered. “God.” She sounded genuinely distressed. “That is such a depressing answer.”

Who am I? “I’m a nobody,” I said finally. “I have no name, no title… nothing. I’m starting again.” My voice trembled slightly, but I held it steady. Her gaze remained on me as she raised a brow. “At least tell me your name,” she said, tilting her head. “Mine is Mildred.” I smiled at her softly, with a small hint of defiance. I liked this moment of control, this little secret I still owned and could decide what to do with it.

Don’t let go. I try. I swear I try so hard. But it’s slipping. Everything’s slipping through my fingers like water. I can’t hold on... Yes you can! I’m not strong enough! You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. I’m nothing. The words tear out of me, ugly and true. I’m nobody. Just some random human girl who never belonged anywhere. I’m not a goddess. I’m not powerful. I’m just… me. And that’s never been enough...

“Hey, nice to meet you!“ his thick voice said. The Scorpion tatoo that ran over his face made him look like one of those action movie villians. Catherine was already angry enough and wanted to tell him with the kindest voice she could muster thar she wasn't interested in whatever he wanted to tell her. But surprisingly, he said: “I know you're Catherine.“ Her eyes widened in shock and she gasped, looking at the car behind him like she was sure some more scary-looking men were going to come out of it and drag her in with them. “W-who are you?“ She stammered, looking sideways to be sure they were other people around. “And how'd you know my name?“ “Let's just say… I'm Nobody,” he said. “My name

The woman slammed her walking stick ones on the ground, bringing complete silence. “Pe mito mba’éichapa jaju, oguereko heta versión iñambuéva, ha katu pe añeteguavéva ha’e ñande jajejapo hague ñañorairõ haĝua peteĩ mba’evai ndive, pe mba’evai tuichavéva - añakuéra. Mávapa ñandeapo, ha’e pe ja’éva lobo sy. ha katu añetehápe ha’e pe tekove voi ñanemoheñóiva ñañorairõ haĝua ñemano ndive, ha katu ko’áĝa pe ñemano oguejyta ko yvy ape ári voi oipe’a haĝua opa tekove ha ha’e ñande profecía ñañorairõ haĝua lobo sy ndive peteĩ última vez.” The lady spoke.

Who do you think you are? "I know what you've done. You're not just the jerk who broke her heart. You've even got a secret pup. My mommy only has me and my younger sister. Your pup doesn't get to be part of her family. "A Beta like you aren't even worthy of polishing my daddy's shoes. You're not as handsome, not as rich, and definitely not as good to my mommy." Darren gave August a look of pure disgust, eyeing him from head to toe before stomping hard on his foot.

"Can you tell me who I am?" Nix's answer was short as her face hardened, "No." You have to remember on your own, the both of you.

As soon as the chorus hit, the crowds sang along with me. This is who I am This is who I am You cannot change me This is who I wanna be What an irony, I thought. This is not what I want—this is not me. But I have to keep going. This is who I am This is who I am I will always stay true to myself And be me