Novel Teenlit Who Am I Novels & Stories

I think her name was either Julie or Jessi. “Oh, I’m not a wolf,” I said. “I’ve only recently found out I’m a shifter, but not exclusively one animal.” “So, you’re sort of a freak of nature?” another girl asked. I shrugged. “I guess, but aren’t we all freaks in one way or another?” A few laughed. “I like her,” Ami said. “She reminds me of my cousin.” “Wait,” another girl said pointing to Kimi, “if you’re Riri’s sister, you’re a Graycort!”

Since I usually woke up a bit later than this, my brother has to come and wake me up. Let me properly introduce myself. My name is Aimee Cassandra C. Dela Via. I'm only turning 17 this week. For my appearance, I have long, silky chestnut hair and almond shape light pink eyes... the same shade as rose quartz. Yes, it's quite a weird color. I've found out that no one here in our country has the same eye color as mine.

“Whoa…That must have been a lot of—of blood.” My blood. Mark grasped my face with both hands, his eyes looking intently at me. “What’s your name?” I rolled my eyes and waved his hands off. They smelled sour. He placed one hand on my skull, all the weight put on me. “What’s your name?” I moved my head away. “Amari Dawson, idiot.”

These were scars from surviving frostbite, fighting off rogue packs, and carving out a kingdom from nothing. I wasn't a fourteen-year-old kitchen slave anymore. I wasn't a broken nineteen-year-old omega begging for a prince to choose her. I was twenty-four. I was an Alpha by blood, a Queen by treaty, and the last surviving lineage of the Eclipse magic. "You're wrong," I whispered into the dark. The illusion of Kaelen frowned, his majestic golden aura flickering slightly as the zinc crystals detected a change in my brain waves. "What did you say, rat?"

I am Ophelia Hawthorne… …Who are you?

“I’m trying to protect you from yourself. And protect everyone else… from you.” Amelia froze. Her brows furrowed. Confusion flickered in her eyes. “What are you talking about?” Aiden hesitated. “Tell me you don’t know,” he whispered. “Tell me you don’t know what you are.” “What do you mean?” she asked, voice shaking. That was when he realized— She truly had no idea. She didn’t know who she was. What she was. “I’m a wolf, Aiden,” she said. “Just like you.”

But I wasn't. I leaned back in my chair, raking a slow hand through my hair. If anything, I was hungry for more. Lydia Martins. Eighteen. Smart. Brilliant. Innocent. Or, at least, that's what I always told myself. She was a shy and book smart girl who usually kept to herself. Her essays was always impressively clear and concise, and she would blush whenever I complimented her on it. But tonight, she was a different person. Bold, passionate, and fearless, giving herself to me without holding back.

They lived in this huge bubble, not knowing – or caring – about people like us. My own life felt like two separate books. One was Maeve Briggs, high school senior, trying to keep up her grades and pretend everything was normal. The other was "Eve," the girl with the dark wig and fake ID, dancing on a small stage downtown. That was the book I kept hidden, guarded with my life. It was a secret I'd die before anyone found out. Especially Mom. And Jasper. And Nova, my best friend, who thought my nights were spent studying or binge watching shows.

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