Novel Teenlit Who Am I Novelas e Histórias

I need to do this. Who am I ? Iam Pamela. Only for an hour.

She looks at Amira again, her smile widening and tears trickling down her face. "Just look at how happy your sister is. Don't you want that for yourself?" I can't keep having this conversation with her. "Mom, excuse me. I need to use the washrooms," I lie. "I will be back." I vanish. On my way, I bump into someone I did not expect to see. Broad chest. Cheap cologne. Handsome face with a cocky smile. "Ren?" ^^^^^^^^^ Hey guys, The new book is called "TERRA". I'll be posting a few chapters here this month. If you guys love it, I'll apply for a contract with GoodNovel. Your feedback is highly appreciated ❤

“I hate when you talk about crafting of any sorts, don’t tell me any thing about that subject “. She giggled cutely. “I think you only hate it cause you failed it “. “And I failed it cause I hate it, period” “Hey guys”. A high tone cheer erupted as Amaya stepped into the classroom going over to meet her two close friends. Amaya Knights. The only child of Lucas and Chloe knights. With her blonde hair, and brown beautiful eyes, she is often thought as a sweetheart but she is quite the opposite. She often dons the character of her mother as she is quite the troublesome type. “Oh great, it’s Amaya “. Jana muttered un happily. She wasn’t that excited to see her.

“What do you want to be? I found myself asking suddenly taking interest in this cute young girl. “I want to become a warrior.” “A great warrior fighting against evil.” She clenched her fists and flexed her slender arms with a serious expression that looked more adorable than intimidating. “I have the potential to become a warrior, right, Big Sister?” she asked. I found myself nodding in affirmation. “What’s your name?” I suddenly asked, already finding myself liking this strange girl with her cute and childish personality. “Sorry, my bad,” she replied. “My name is Amelia.” She smiled brightly before asking,

“Really? Bitch, try harder to convince us you don’t know anything about elemental wolves.” “That I know of. Amelia is one of them, but me?” She pointed at herself. “Me? A bully, mean girl. I know what kind of person I was. I don’t deserve it, and I’m not. I’m sure this is all a mistake. Maybe I got struck by the power of the book last night, and it will vanish sooner.” “Well, that, we can all agree. You don’t deserve it.” I groaned at Theia. “Fine. I’m gonna zip my mouth.” She did with a gesture of her fingers.

“Long ago, the Fae told of a girl born with the Ember Vein — fire in her blood, power in her heart. A girl who would tip the balance between light and shadow.” “That’s not me,” she whispered. “That can’t be me.” He moved beside her, his voice calm but firm. “The moment I saw you in the woods, I felt it. You were glowing with it. You didn’t just survive the bite, Evelynn — you awoke it.” She backed away, the walls suddenly too close. “No. I’m just a girl. I go to school. I hate math. I eat way too much chocolate when I’m anxious. I’m not…”

I kicked off Selene’s heels and padded to the balcony. Grandma wants a baby machine. Cassian wants a mannequin. Marcella wants a library sold for scrap. But out here, with salt on my skin and Clarisse’s napkin in my pocket? I am Amara Veyron. Five years old, building blanket forts. Fifteen years old, tracing scars in library dust. Twenty years old, surviving caviar blinis and rhino horns. And I will not be fattened into silence.

If not for school, I was sure I’d be stuck in my bed, sleeping or reading books from Monday to Monday, just like I was doing now. I don't go out, and it never bothers me. I'm always lazy in that category. Amy is lucky—at least she and her family always visit her granny every Saturday and Sunday. But since I’ve got parents who are more focused on work than spending time with their daughter, I stick with my bed. I spent hours reading a storybook by Jenny Han. She's my favorite author, and if I wasn't more into writing song lyrics, I'd want to be a writer just like her.

Yeah, that's how bad it was but I'm not really going to delve into that right away. Let me tell you a little bit, just a tiny bit about myself. So, my name is Alexa Whittier and I'm seventeen years old. I like dissecting animals, mostly insects and small creatures I find in my backyard and I'm homeschooled. I mean that's what I'll tell someone my age but I haven't spoken to anyone my age or around it.

she announced in one breath. “You have been observing me? What am I, your science project? Who the fuck are you anyway?” Nate said, clearly annoyed. “I am Amelia, Amelia Martinez, and I just moved here last week. Nice to meet you!” Amelia said and extended her hand to him. Nate just stared at the hand without saying anything. He looked up and down at the girl who was bothering his peace. “Welcome to this shitty ass high school. So now, if we are done here, get the fuck away from me. I am trying to eat my sandwich.” he said and waved his hand in a shooing gesture.