Read To Self Novels & Stories

“Lucien!” I slammed the coffee table, breaking it in two without even feeling the action being executed. I watched as the food slowly came together, mixing solid and liquid in the center. Suddenly, everything returned to normal. I looked intensely at my hands, astonished by such power. Trembling, I tried fervently to push away the fear, as it was an endless source of obstacles. Desperately wanting to feel that again, I advanced and stood in front of the large mirror by the exit. “Wolf, do you want to bring your human back safe and sound? Rise, come, let’s claim him, protect him.”

I murmured to myself, feeling the need to read I once again. “Day 1 of 41.” I started reading aloud. I do not care anymore if there may be someone who can hear me reciting a poem but no one can stop me. I am absolutely on the point of mu=y life that I have to read something for me to gain back the lessons I have lost, the metaphors I forgot to use and the feeling of having those butterflies inside my stomach. I just miss that point in my life and now I am giving myself a favour. Stars gone falling down

They become rabid and dangerous to themselves and others. "Looks like you made yourself at home already," a voice said. The book fell from my hands in shock. I was so engrossed in reading the book that I didn't hear the sound of his footsteps. I stood up to look at him at the entrance. He stood there resting on the door frame with his legs crossed.

I feel a flutter in response. Ready.

the man murmured to himself. ***

"For Cleo. For Cleo's mate." #

Love yourself! END.

She found the lever exactly where she'd expected it, in finish what you are, and she noted that finding it changed nothing, because she'd already known it was there on the first read. So the second read had not been verification. She made herself look at that straight. She had read it twice, and the second read had given her no information the first hadn't, which meant she had not gone back for data. She had gone back because the sentence with her name in it was the first time in months that someone had treated the question she could not answer about herself as though it had an answer, and the answer he offered was come and we will finish you, and some part of her had wanted to read that aga

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Every message was an attempt to enrage me, to shred my dignity as Luna, and to flaunt her superiority as the "winner." I leaned back against the headboard, swiping through the messages one by one. My inner wolf didn't feel a ripple of emotion. It was like reading a documentation of lower-tier beasts' mating rituals. I felt absolutely nothing. In fact, I almost wanted to laugh. I didn't reply. I didn't even bother to block her. There is no need to waste emotion on someone I am about to banish from my memory forever. I turned off the screen, closed my eyes, and rested, waiting for the bag of blue liquid to slowly drip into my veins.