More Than A Body Novels & Stories

Untouchable. The sight of her in his mind hurt more than any wound. Somewhere in the room, someone whispered, “I don’t know how much longer his body can take this…” But still, they worked. They had to. Because for all the damage he’d done, for all the wrong turns he’d taken, there was still a man on that table who had taken a bullet for someone else. And that mattered. The night wore on, heavy and endless. The fight was nowhere near won.

It felt more like the pulse of someone on the brink of death. "You're definitely very frail. I'll need to do a full-body checkup. That might mean you'll need to take off your clothes. If you're uncomfortable with that…" "Clearly, you've got some real skill," Miranda said with a laugh. "Go ahead, then. The body's just a sack of flesh. Even the most beautiful woman is just a pile of bones after a hundred years. What's the point of being shy about it?"

"Well, then we can just go with the ten." "I know ma'am, but it's just..those ten won't be enough. I know they're good to go but what if someone with a body that just isn't slim or fat could actually pop in it? There's slim, medium slim, fat, not too fat but what if you know..I mean... someone thick? That's just what we're missing. You know, a lot more endowed? Trust me, this for certain will catch the eye of the public more. More like the male audience more." "What are you insinuating, Bet?"

“Head is almost out. One more push.” My body shook. Sweat clung to my skin. My fingers locked around Tony’s hand. One last breath— deep, broken— then I pushed. Hard. A raw sound tore out of me. “AHHH—” Everything burned and tightened and released all at once. And then— “It’s out,” the doctor said. My body collapsed back against the bed. Exhaustion hit instantly. My chest rose and fell rapidly, and I barely had the strength to open my eyes. Then I saw it— a small body, wrapped quickly in a white towel, lifted up. A second later, the first sound came.

"Does it ever go back to how it was before? The body, I mean." Elena's expression softened with understanding. "Not exactly the same," she admitted candidly. "But back to a new normal, yes. It is different but still strong, still capable of pleasure and function and beauty. Our bodies tell the story of our journey—the children we've carried, the life we've created." I sighed as I kissed Lucas's head, but I feared I would stay huge, and Liam would leave me.

I take a deep breath to calm my raging nerves. My brain also wonders what body Tamica is referring to. Don’t get me wrong; I started feeling positive about my body when I became part of the Gurreo-Valley werewolf pack because, suddenly, everyone saw me above my body. I love my body now. In fact, I might actually be crazy about it. But aside from being plus-size, I also have cellulite, love handles, and jiggly skin. "Don't worry, we'll be done in barely a few minutes." She leans down to look me in the eye. "Ready?"

I could say no without feeling guilty. But even so, some things hadn’t changed. “Some summers stay with you forever. Some names too. Even when you try to bury them under exams and org projects, they stay. Like roots you can’t pull out.” I wrote down on my sketchpad. And at the very bottom of the page, before I could stop myself, another line slipped out— “Her warning still follows me: flowers bloom only in their right season. What if mine bloomed too early?” I closed the page. But not the feeling.

were bodies. All dead.

“And what are we going to derive from that? They are not going to remember anything.” “Wrong. Even when I am redirected, my body knows it is missing something, and sometimes muscle memory takes over before it leaves my mind once again.” She nodded. “Shocking.” Again she had that different expression and tone. But I continued either way, maybe she did not understand. “The mind may forget, but the body always remembers because it has picked up a pattern and mastered it.” She chuckled. “It’s really hard raising your hackles, isn’t it?” “Let’s go,” she tapped my arm. “I’m not here for your lectures.”