Novel Teenlit Who Am I 소설 & 이야기

Sitting on the chair, putting a book on the table, she pretended to read a book. I went and sat beside Ryan. "Oh, you are reading a romantic novel". I said while giving surprising expressions. "Yeah, I like them". He whispered. "Have you read three mates and the alpha". I asked him. "No, I don't like fantasy novels". He replied. "Oh, I often read romantic fantasy novels". I said. "By the way, who are you? hero! I haven't seen you in this high school. Your face can't easily be forgotten. So, I know that you are not from here". He asked.

I murmured. She snapped her head to me, “We are different. I can summon flippin' flames from mere thought! For crying out loud, you can summon ice and freeze over the entire town! We aren't children anymore we need to leave before we are discovered.” “Alpha wouldn't harm us.”

I smiled bitterly at myself. Sometimes I wonder if deserve to live? Is life really worth living? I mummer to myself. I didn't realize someone heard me just now. Why do you think your life is meanless; a voice from behind. I THINK YOU SHOULD VALUE YOURSELF MORE. For what is worth your life isn't worthless, you are not a loser, or what those bastards are spatting about. I THINK YOU ARE KIND, SMART, BEAUTIFUL, AND RADIANT, the boy said. WHO ARE YOU? Amy asked him. My name is Riley Williams, you seat behind me in 2nd period with Mr. Logan in English 2 Ap. Oh am sorry, I really don't know anyone in our class, Amy said honestly. That's okay Riley smiled. Am Amy Sinclaire nice to meet you, Riley?

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I inhaled the fresh sweet of the garden with my eyes shut and breathed it out. I brought out a novel from my hand bag which I bought from a bookstore last week. The name of the novel was In His World written by an author named Russell. I was really enjoying the book, the book was about a weird prince called Chad and a woman named Amelia, it wasn't just a normal romance novel, it was filled with a lot of thrillers and interesting plot twists. The book was slow burn, In the current chapter I was in Prince Chad and Amelia had just started to get along with each other and this made me happy, but I was also very curious about the ending of the book, whether Prince Chad and Amelia would later fall

Five Days Earlier I am sitting in my chair finishing my homework. Having a single room is great, but sometimes, like tonight, it’s lonely. I’m glad I got to move into the pack house, but I miss being at home with mom and dad. My name is Elenor Charlotte Miner, but most people just call me Ellie. I am seventeen years old, a senior in high school, and I am a werewolf. I am a pretty typical teenage girl, except for my healing abilities and strength.

The big old library was my sanctuary, my escape from the world outside. I loved the quiet, the solitude, the way the scent of old paper and dusty shelves filled me with a sense of comfort and belonging. I was Emma Hart, the quiet librarian, with the nerdy glasses and books in hand everytime. I preferred my books to people, and my imaginations to reality.

And I had the lives that needed me to save them. That was enough. The evening sun streamed through the clinic windows and fell across me, bathing me in warm golden light. My gaze was steady and bright as I walked step by step toward my own future. Wolfsbane could poison the body, but it could never poison a determined heart. My new life was just beginning. And those who'd looked down on me, who'd hurt me, would be left far behind. All they could do was look up at my light.

"You already know everything about me, including the fact that we share the same last name." "Pretend I don't. Pretend we just met." His eyes held mine. "Who are you now? Not who you were five years ago. Who are you today?" I thought about it, playing along. "I'm a librarian," I said. "I love my job, even though it doesn't pay great. I have three best friends who are slightly insane. I cut my hair recently and I'm still getting used to it. I..." I paused. "I'm trying to figure out who I am without defining myself by anyone else."