My Youth Began With Him Novels & Stories

The presence of that filthy man only served to revive the wounds that I had carried in my soul since I was ten years old, wounds that I had spent a lifetime trying to forget. I really loved that man once, when I was just a child. Even without knowing he was my father, I admired him, I saw him as a superhero and he also showed that he cared about me. We were friends, riding companions, he never treated me like an employee. Until one day, I found him in that damned stable, where he used to sleep when he came home from the farm too drunk to go home and listen to his wife's fights. It was there that everything happened, it was there that he destroyed me, engraving marks on my soul that would nev

he reminds me. “Those men I mentioned… They would say things about my ass when I walked by—and what they wanted to do to it,” I blatantly reveal. “And the women who were shooting up or whoring themselves out offered advice on how to get me started down either path. I was ten when all that began, Nick. Ten.”

He must have noticed my confusion because he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “I started learning when I was a teenager. Before Nonna came for us, before my father died.” He continued, his voice taking on a nostalgic note, and for the first time, I saw a different side of him—a boy who had once found solace under the hood of a car.

“No. You deserve to know.” The moon cast a soft glow over us as we walked along the beach road, the salty air curling through my hair. It should’ve been a dreamy moment, but something about the way his voice dropped had my heart tiptoeing. “I was a kid when it happened,” he began, staring out toward the crashing waves. “Fourteen. Just had my first shift. I still remember how sore my bones were.” I glanced up at him, watching the outline of his jaw tighten.

The words seemed to be difficult for him, but they came out, croakily, one by one. “I’d only just turned eighteen when I met my mate,” he began, leaning back heavily in his chair. “I used to love going off on my own, you see, and I wandered too far. Both of my parents had been killed many years before, and for a while I was too scared to leave the pack lands. One day, though, my attitude changed. The worst had already happened to me. What else could possibly happen now? So I began my adventures, always alone.”

He asked, and I turned to see that he is looking around. “She is in her room doing some task, she got in today’s camp.” I replied and again continued to read when he nodded. “I am terrified of those from the time I am fifteen.” He slowly said, and I looked at him in shock that he wants to share something. “Why?” I asked him frowning. “My Dad used to work very hard and when I was fifteen he started his own factory of batteries.” He replied looking at me. “But now you are not dealing with batteries, right?” I asked him frowning.

He glances back at me with a grin, and I force a small smile in return. I can’t help but let my thoughts drift back to the day we met. It feels like a lifetime ago. I was sixteen, desperate and lost, trying to find a way to survive in a world that didn’t feel like it had a place for me. His mother, the head chef at the hotel, had seen something in me, a spark of determination, maybe, or just a girl in need of kindness.

Guys, I don’t know what to say because he literally is telling me that he wants to be with me for the rest of our lives and that there, that’s my dream come true. Ever since I was a snotty kid, wearing braces, running around with pig tails, growing into a teenager. He was the boy I always wanted, the one I irritated to get attention from, the one I’d follow around with Atlas like a long-lost puppy. This man is standing in front of me, looking better than any man has the right to, talking about kids.

He arched up his brow at her daring her to complete the statement and he will not hesitate to kiss her until she forgives him. "I have not always been like this you know, I had a tough childhood" She kept quiet, not able to move her lips, she remembered when Rosa mentioned this. She was interested in finding it all about him but now things were different and she wasn't interested at all about him, the moonstone was all she cared about yet she just couldn't speak up.

"It's a good ball, but it's a little hard, and I don't like the cushioning of my arm hurts.” "You teach me." "What are you studying for? I've never seen you passionate about these sports. You're weak like a lollipop, and you're always lazy to learn how to exercise. What toxic wind hits you?" "Teaching or not teaching?" "Taught for you, who would say no." Rosabella and Jonathan like to joke around. They've known each other since childhood and grew up together, so there's never been any gap between them.