I Wanna Be You Novels & Stories

she smiled this smile is enough for me now I'm waiting for my rest of life to spend with my family happily I dream about you every night I shiver when you're in sight I long to hold you close and tight I wanna be there with all my might I know you are the girl who is right for me princess I love you so much princess thanks for choosing me and entering into my life

Oh, I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh yeah yeah I wanna give you everything I wanna give you everything, oh I'm not going to wait until you're done 'Cause you pretended you don't need anyone Can't you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) Oh, you see that I'm naked (Naked, naked) I'm not going to try 'til you decide You're ready to swallow all your pride I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked) I'm standing here naked (Naked, naked)

She stared at him and sighed, "Well, I know I can never compare to Hannah. I can't replace her, of course. You loved her so much, and I can't expect you to forget about her so easily. But all I ask is that you do not try to turn me into her. I am not Hannah. Please don't compel me, even if it's in a subtle way. Don't try to compel me to become her, okay? I am Ivy, and this is who I am. Here's the black card you gave me. I don't think I can keep it. You can have it back, please."

It is my third year in prison after taking the blame for the adopted son of the Ingram family, Seth Ingram. Because of my good behavior, I am released early and return home ahead of time. The whole family is celebrating Seth's birthday. When my sister, Sheryl Ingram, sees me in my cheap tracksuit, a hint of disgust appears on her face. My fiancee, Isabella Kennedy, who once promised to wait for me, speaks up and says she'll put me in some storage room for now. "Seth has a weak body. You just got out of prison, Matthew. You need to stay away from him so that the germs you carry won't get to him." I don't argue or make a scene. I do as I'm told without objection. I understand that I've l

“Shut up.” “Why? Scared someone will hear the truth?” “There is no truth. It was the drugs. That’s it.” I shook my head slowly. “Keep telling yourself that. Maybe one day you’ll believe it.” Elias’s voice dropped lower. “What do you want from me, Vale?” “I want you to stop running.” “I’m not running.” “You ducked me after practice. You took the long way out of lecture. You looked straight through me this morning like I was invisible.” I tilted my head and held his gaze without blinking. “That’s running.”

I laugh. "Shh. I stole it from my mum. It tastes good tho." He winks at me. "Oh gosh. I would like to taste that too." I say and we both laugh, not that loud. "So, shall we?" He asks. "Why not." "Great!" 🎶I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope, I'll be your love, be everything that you need. I love you more with every breath, truly madly deeply do

▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ I wanna be free, but I'm stuck in your gravity, Caught between desire and fear, lost in your mystery. 𐙚

"You abandoned music—the one thing you actually had talent for—to chase this business fantasy. And now that it's failing, you have two choices. Come home and accept our help. Or continue drowning." Always that, always seeing me as a teenager who needs to be taught. I gritted my teeth and refused to have a quarrel with my mom in front of another woman I cared most about in this world. "I'm not you, Mother. I'm not Dad. I don't want that life." My voice felt tired. How long will my family understand that I want to be myself and I don’t want to copy either of their lives? Silence fell heavy between us. Mother's eyes went cold. The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

I looked like the kind of Omega who would let both father and son ruin her. “Goddess,” I whispered, voice catching, breath hitching. “What the fuck is happening to me?” You’re becoming who you really are. “I don’t want to be this.” Yes, you do. “I don’t want to want him.” Yes. You. Do. “I don’t want to feel anything when he looks at me.” You shook when he said your name. “I don’t want this!” You need this. “I don’t even know what this is!” You will.

the third voice said, a bit more gently, “she tops the charts too. She just needs to believe it. Girl’s got talent.” That was enough. Ava quietly slipped out, walked back to her desk, and tried to shake it off. But their voices followed her ringing in her ears, stubborn and clinging. She hated being shy. Hated how it made her blend in when all she wanted was to stand out. However, the third person's words gave her solace, settling in her chest like a tiny anchor. It didn't fix everything but knowing someone out there was rooting for her strengthen her resolve in winning the competition.