I Was Meant For More Novels & Stories

Once I have my orders. I put my game face on. I stand in the mirror looking at myself. Sometimes I wish this wasn't my life. I feel like I was meant for so much more. I feel like I could do better. Be better, ya know. Under the circumstances this was how my life came to pass.

Miss Henry scoffed, muttering over a mouthful of meal. Did I give off thirties energy? I wasn't even twenty five yet. It wasn't until I heard them leave before I stood to my feet and took my exit from the office. My stilettos click clacked along the way. We had a meeting for the launch of our next line of products in thirty minutes. I'd started BeeHappy cosmetics to keep myself on my feet when I'd moved to Canada and if specifically chosen that name because I wanted to honour my girls, Bianca and my little daughter, Happiness.

"Why are you doing this? What's in it for you?" Ivy pushed Irene away and pointed at Keith. "It's all because of him. If they didn't get engaged, I wouldn't have to pretend to be Sandra and wouldn't need to replace Sandra. Why must Sandra get everything and I have to be the orphan? I'm now paralyzed in bed, unable to move!" Ivy was about to act crazy, but was slapped hard by Irene. "Shut up! My poor Sandra… What have we done to Sandra?" Ivy's mouth was bleeding, but she still smiled at the three people in front of her.

“I know.” He doesn’t push it, just gives me a nod before heading out. But his words stick with me, echoing in my head long after he’s gone. You’re meant for more than this. I don’t know if I believe that anymore. But I’m going to try. Because I can’t go back. Not to Jaxon. Not to the girl I used to be. It’s time to be someone else.

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Not because I was happy. But because I finally had something left to hit. ** follow me on i,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

Dear Reader, When I first dreamed of I Was More Than Pretty, I didn’t intend to write about revenge. I intended to write about returning. Returning to yourself. Because so many of us — myself included — have spent years bending and breaking to be loved. We’ve changed our faces, our voices, our truths. We’ve smiled through pain. We’ve stayed in rooms that drained us. We’ve called betrayal “love” because the silence of loneliness felt worse. And then one day, something shifts.

it’s back with me now] KR: [and i got a new toy as a bonus] Three dots. Four. I lift my left hand and stare at my ring finger. Empty. My skin still holds the faint shadow of the ring that lived there for years. A thin white line that refuses to fade. Isabella sends a sticker of a woman screaming while beating a couch with a pillow. ISABELLA: [i hate this] ISABELLA: [i hate him] ISABELLA: [i hate all men except maybe emmett because he buys coffee]

But I’ve realized that what I needed from you, I’ve already taken. I’m leaving not because I care... but because there’s nothing more I want. I’ve gotten everything I could from this, your affection, your attention, your protection, your money. It was sweet while it lasted. But it was never meant to be forever. Please don’t look for me. It’s over. Vera.

I'm exactly where I belong. And the heat inside me burns brighter than ever. Because they came for me. They fought for me. They reclaimed me. And tonight... They'll do it again and again. Until every inch of me remembers. Until I forget what empty feels like. Until I'm theirs completely. Forever.