Misfits Like Us Mga Nobela at Kwento

It's finally here! Finding Us, formerly known as ‘Crazy About Boys | Finding The One’ when it was originally written on Wattpad, is a New Adult Fiction novel, which is a subgenre of Romance. Since there isn't a New Adult Fiction tag, I'm forced to use the Romance tag. However, there isn't much of a difference, except the aforementioned explains the book better.

"She even asked me out to a hotel the other day. I turned her down!" "I heard she's a real pro." "Don't you see how dirty she is?" The rumors were like a snowball, growing larger and larger, crashing into me with unbearable force. The victim's voice was always so weak and futile against the tide of lies. Someone from the crowd below told me to jump already. They said that twisted people like me, who had lost all morals, didn't deserve to live. I stared at the stranger's unfamiliar face for a long time. In the end, amidst the rising screams, I leaped.

I said with a shudder. "I will let you, but it's not my fault if your burns will ache after." Felix chuckled. He made me raise my eyebrows with that excuse, but I realized he was right. For a few minutes, there was silence between us. There felt peace deep inside my heart after hearing he didn't hate me and Felix didn't hate me. In that short pause, Felix broke the silence, "Are we good now?" "I-I guess so," I answered, still a bit unsure. However, I knew that answer was enough to end the misunderstandings, and soon those disappointments would pass.

“I-“ It was an offer that I should have taken in a heartbeat. “They’ll still think I am leeching off of you, that I’m a gold digger that I’m not-“ “I won’t let them.”

"Well, that's disgusting. I can't even look at you with that...thing lying there. Can we go into another room, at least?" Brittany Hogan, my best friend, she's the girliest girl I have ever met. Then there's me, Ashley Tudor, the tomboy. I ride dirt bikes, climb mountains, and read graphic novels. I'm the son my dad always wanted but never had. "It's just a raccoon. Even Pocahontas from that Disney movie loves them." "Please, Ash? Can we not be here? That's the most fucking disgusting thing I've ever seen," Brittany complains.

“We’re going to have a blast! You’ll also feel muscles you didn’t even know existed tomorrow!” She laughs at that. I don’t. I am not excited about that at all. Walking inside to the gym, I see the area that’s set up for the class to one side. There looks to be ten or so others over there preparing for the class. Bianca heads over and introduces me to some of the people she’s gotten to know. The first is a petite, toned, brunette named Rachel. The second is a guy, about our age, if I had to guess, with tan skin, dark eyes and hair. He introduces himself as Jose. Jose seems like he has a really fun personality. Lastly, I meet a taller, light skinned, red head named Miranda. She smiles with her

Back in Greydale, I returned to our beat-up house with Luca—my little boy. Tony Jarrett wasn't home yet. The front door groaned like it hated being touched. Out on the line, a floral dress and some flashy kids' clothes fluttered—freshly washed and definitely new. The stuff I'd washed yesterday? Dumped on the ground, stomped over and caked in dust. Ryan, Pauline Schmidt's kid, was posted up on that new motorcycle, playing like he owned the world.

"The Alpha of Silvercrest Pack Dates Well-Known Healer Sophia—Could This Be the Rise of a New Luna?" Praises flooded the comments section, saying they were a "match made in heaven" and were like "a perfect couple". Without realizing it, I ran my finger across Ethan's gentle side profile on the screen. A nagging, long-ignored pain throbbed in my heart. They were right. Ethan and Sophia looked like they were made for each other.

" I smiled feeling so full of myself for talking back to her. Actually I never take shit from anyone, but this felt so good, I felt so alive. At least it would stand as a pay back for what she said to me at the Audition. I got out of the company and began to walk down the street. I actually didn't have any where important to go, so I though of calling my girlfriend Susan. Her place would be the best to spend my day. As I walked, I looked Into my bag searching for my phone when I mistakenly hit someone in the process. I wasn't looking up at all, what did I expect?