Low Self-esteem Characters

On my way to a meeting at work, I call my daughter, who is at home. Instead, I hear a voice identical to mine over the phone. She claims that she is me three years in the future. "Dezarae, go home to Liv right now. Your daughter is in danger." I am stunned. I argue in disbelief and question who is behind this prank. When I step on the accelerator, she stops me sternly. "Do not drive ahead any further. There will be a traffic accident at the intersection where Peace Street is." In the next second, at the intersection that is less than 30 feet away from me, two cars collide. Cold sweat starts to trickle down my back when the woman with a voice identical to mine says, "Liv will fall off a building and die in three hours. This is your only chance to save her."

The day I inherited Grandpa's "Peacemaker," I received a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Sienna, don't give that gun to Lorenzo." I obeyed without question. That night, forced to use his faulty Glock, Lorenzo was beaten into a vegetative state during a duel. Guilt nearly broke me, but my parents nursed me back to health. Or so I thought. "You idiot," my future self sneered. "It was a lie to get you on the operating table. They want your heart for your brother!" Finding a transplant agreement in my father's study, I publicly severed ties with the Morettis. Only later, after Lorenzo died from rejection, did I learn they just needed my rare blood, not my heart. I wanted to return and atone, but the phone rang again. "Your parents will kill you for honor. Don't go back." I waited. But instead of assassins, news arrived: the Morettis had been slaughtered by rivals. I bolted for home, only to be mowed down by a black sedan. As I died, I couldn't understand why my future self had orchestrated my end. Then I opened my eyes. I was back at the ceremony.

(Each second chapter will be from a different character's point of view) Imagine meeting a different version of yourself. In one world you are a billionaire physicist. Then an underboss of the Italian mafia, in another a young junkie. The fourth version of yourself is the prince of Jordan. Being at the same place at the exact same time pulls you from your observable universe and throws you into a parallel one where you never existed. Read the exciting journey when this happens to Taylen Nova. Will you be able to live with yourself?

Chris Melberg is a normal werewolf who is suffering from PTSD. He decided to go back to the island where his PTSD activated. There his alter personality Nick Melberg, who is a cold hearted person found himself a human mate named Ashley Falls. Ashley is a talkative, clumsy and a girl with common looks. Her parents died in her childhood in an accident. While on the other hand, Chris also found a hybrid mate for himself named Emma Gray. Things get more confused when they find out the disturbing secrets of their past. So, this is "I Am Not Myself". A fight of two people living in the same body.

Sandra had never imagined that she would be left all alone on her wedding day. Ivy had always threaten to commit suicide due to her depression. As such, everyone would always try to please her. There was no exception even at Sandra's wedding. Sandra had had enough. She would not want to have any connection with her fiancé or her parents anymore. From now on, Sandra would only live her life for herself.

After achieving everything he ever wanted, Jacob Coleman's life took a traumatic and unfortunate turn. Now, isolated in Red Falls, a small town in Oregon, he´s dedicated into rescuing abused and distressed animals, so Jacob has neither the time nor the intention of pursuing any romantic interest. Who would want to be with a bitter man that is physically scarred by life? Or at least that's what he thought until the new veterinarian arrives to The Eden. Veterinarian and mother of a precocious seven-year-old girl, Vivienne Sweet, had only one thing in mind since she was little. That was to work with farm animals. So, what´s better than a small-town animal shelter where she can spend her free time with Taylor? Or the spectacular and reserved man who runs The Eden? Vivienne never thought she would find such perfection in that place, but what she did know was, that she would not miss the opportunity to get to know Jacob Coleman in depth. No matter how much Jacob resists, Vivienne has already made up her mind, and she won't give up on it until she achieves her goal: to have him for herself.

Cindy and Catherine are twins but even though they are twins they have own differences for example their attitude. Cindy is a shy type girl but very smart while Catherine is smart too but not like cindy. Catherine likes to rebel and she's a bad girl type and when she meets Theo. They become friends but an accident change all of it. The moment I met Cindy in our school, I knew that she's the one for me or she's speacial. She became my first love, but we lived 100 miles apart. After the school, we maintained our friendship through handwritten poems. Eventually, car accident ruined it all. We went on to seperate lives, yet I thought about her always. Ten years later, we reunited in our college school which is Stanford university. I fell in love with my friend. Yes I'm the one who's giving her a yellow flower with a red tip because it symbolizes friendship or falling in love with your friend. There is nothing wrong with that but do you know what's the hardest part of being in love? You need to sacrifice all of your dreams just to be with that girl. One thing I realise. "Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option."

“Be sure. If we do this it is forever. And you and I WILL live forever. That is what it means to be you. You will live forever, but if you become my mate I will live forever too, and you and I will be tied for eternity.” Lyle’s eyes were probing. They seemed to be searching for the truth. Did she really want him for eternity? Amaris is in search of many truths none more important than does she want to spent the rest of forever with this one man.

Benedict Cole’s undercover mission had failed. Only his twin brother, David Cole, returned. I was devastated, nearly driven to madness over losing my husband. Holding Benedict’s police badge, I tried to slit my wrists nine times, but I was always rescued just in time. As my consciousness faded on my tenth attempt, I overheard a conversation between my mother-in-law, Helen, and David. “El has tried to commit suicide for you ten times now. How long are you going to keep this act up? This woman is head over heels for you. Just stop lying to her already!” David’s expression hardened as he flatly refused. “David took a bullet for me. It is only right that I take care of his wife.” “El’s from the countryside. She’s tough. Once Melissa becomes pregnant and has a child to live for, only then can I reveal that I am actually Benedict.” The bathtub was dyed red with my blood, but the pain in my heart was far greater than the sting of my wound. It turned out that it had all been a lie, a deception meant only for me. My grief-stricken suicide attempts for love were nothing short of a clown’s tragicomedy.

"You're no daughter of this pack," my mother hissed, her golden eyes flashing in the firelight. "If you can't support your Alpha sister, then get out." I should have seen it coming. In the Ashveil Pack, family means everything—unless you're me. Vera Darkthorne, the disappointment. While my perfect sister Eris got the love, the title, even my mate Cain, I got a mating ceremony where nobody showed up. Not even the man who swore he'd always be mine. That night, I ran. Now I've built a new life in Berlin's underground werewolf syndicate, where strength is the only law that matters. I've learned to fight, to lead, to make wolves twice my size back down with just a look. But when a message comes that Eris's dying, the pack demands my return. "Come home, Vera," my father's voice crackles through the phone. "Your sister needs you." I almost laugh. After everything? But this time, I'm not the weak wolf they left behind. This time, I have fangs of my own. And when wolves hunt you down, you don't run—you rip their throats out first.