Novel & Cerita I Wanna Feel I Wanna Heal

I whisper hoarsely, more promise than pride. Then I let the darkness take me. Because healing is coming. And when I wake… I won’t be the same.

Nathan's voice circles back into my head. Tell me what you want. I laugh quietly at myself because the answer hits immediately. I want to stop planning my life around bad days. I want to make a plan for next year and actually believe it. I want one conversation that isn't about medication or symptoms or rest. I want to feel twenty-two instead of temporary. I want— My throat tightens suddenly. I look away from the mirror fast, blinking hard before the tears can properly fall. My hands press harder into the porcelain like I can force it back under control.

Instead, I reached deep within myself, tapping into the strength that had carried me this far. The fire wasn’t just physical—it was a test of my will. I could feel it digging into my memories, forcing me to relive my worst moments. The rejection, the pain, the loss. It was overwhelming, but I refused to let it consume me. “You’re stronger than this,” I whispered to myself. The flames seemed to sense my determination, growing hotter and more intense. My skin burned, but I focused on my healing abilities, channeling them to withstand the pain. Slowly, the heat began to subside, and the flames flickered out.

"Then I am sorry, but you will have to suffer a little more! I will stay here to get this treatment..." "I know this is important, but why don't you do it at home....?" "Honey, we both know that's not possible... Besides, I don't want you to stay here. I need to focus on treatment so I can heal faster. You can't understand how much this hurts me! The fact that I can't hold my own child is killing me! That is not the person I want to be... I want to have a happy family and live well with my husband and baby! And I know I will never have that life if I can't heal and do better! I am responsible for Mateo coming into this life, so I have to be there for him, hug him when he is sad or in pain, p

Something is keeping the healing tether from connecting me to this person healing me. Could this be Tori? She was telling me about how the healing process works when Beta Victor went hell-bent on crashing our conversation and tried to kill me. Right now, I want to find Tori and use this energy to heal these claw wounds the Beta gave me. They are deep and very painful; without my wolf, my healing is as slow as a human.

That gaze of his was gentle yet fiery. Putting his arms gently around me, he said, "Jazzy, just do whatever you wish. Don't worry about anything. I will have your back. "You have to first be happy. Everything else is secondary. "I adore you no matter what you look like." I was deeply touched as I listened to his words. He was encouraging me to pick up the career I once had. I was taller and more slender than most women. When I first stepped into society, I was a model with a little bit of fame.

Can someone please wake me up when everything's fine? Who would enjoy a life where problems come one after another? I am just trying to survive. I am just trying to change my fate, but what are all these? "Haa…" I'm tired…

"Feel like summer and I don't wanna miss you If we don't touch lips not an issue I don't wanna talk 'bout nobody else Know I said no love but I want to Feel like summer and I don't wanna miss you If we don't touch lips not an issue I don't wanna talk 'bout nobody else Know I said no love but I want to..." I froze where I was standing while listening. His voice used to be really different. If you manage to go to therapy, you can just listen to his voice. His voice was soft that it could make you daydream. His voice can be used for healing. His voice was just so therapeutic. That I can listen to it all day. The song ended and I was still here, stunned. If no one pats me on the back, I won't mo

I turn it over, I turn it over I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell -Cut by Plumb I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile flame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you’ll see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I’m tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut I may seem crazy Or painfully shy And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don’t want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills i

~ CASIMIR ~ With a groan wrenched from my chest, and eyes blurred with tears, I clawed fingers into the dirt simply to feel grounded… then dropped my head under the blanket of shame. “I am… I am… my father’s son,” I wheezed. In the seconds that followed, that admission almost killed me. And I fought again—fought for my life. Heal. See yourself. Know yourself. HEAL. “I am… my father’s son!” I croaked. “But please… God… I do not want to be.”