Self Discovery Novels Novels & Stories

It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead. Lia stood beside me, the yellow of her dress blending seamlessly with her pale skin. She looked like a soft sunbeam, a stark contrast to me. With my almond-tinted hair and emerald eyes that seemed too large for my face, my fair skin was a curse, it made me stand out in a pack that preferred I remain invisible. No one ever looked past the surface to see the girl drowning in a pathetic, orphaned story. “What if you get mated to Alpha Kai tonight, June?” Lia whispered, her eyes dancing.

said Catherine. They nodded and followed her out of the room. As soon as they left, Gisella drew her drawer beside the mirror and took out her diary. She dropped it on the table and smiled as she wrote. " I'm Gisella Antonio and this is the story of my life. Although life wasn't so easy on me but I stood and fought an endlessly battle which I almost lost but finally won at the end. I once looked down on myself. Feeling so useless, aimless and unwanted. I felt like a curse rather than a blessing.

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.

*This is another one from an unpublished book. It is a bit dark in the middle, but gets steamy at the end.* Destiny Stepping out of the shower, I walked into my closet and looked for the perfect dress. Tonight was going to be special since we didn't have to hide anymore, no matter where we went. I decided on one of my favorites, a fuchsia sleeveless bodycon mini club party dress. I let my towel drop to the floor and I slide the dress on. I went over to my shoes and decided on a pair of silver heels to go with it. I walked out of the closet and into the bathroom where Jasmine was now getting ready.

I come right out not too long after and slip on the nightdress I had earlier pulled out. My eyes catch the my bag in the corner and a thought creeps into my mind. I quickly move to the door, quickly locking it. I'd really hate to be caught right now. I take up the bag and empty its contents on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I recognize it. The Novel. The one I had wished to be sent to. How did it get here? I have to hide it. I don't even know why, but I get a very strong gut feeling to do so.

She stopped for a second, then asked, "Do you want to come in? I'd like to sit down; I've been on my feet all day." I nodded. I followed her into the house and to the living room. I was shocked at the new information she just revealed. "How did you find out that you were half shifter?" "I was eleven when I got a letter in the mail. It was from my father, he wanted to meet me. After eleven years he wanted to meet me. I ignored his letters for over a year. I had saved all of them, but never read any of them. They were in my desk drawer and I had never given them a second thought. The last letter came one week before my thirteenth birthday. I put it with the rest of them, but something about th

No matter what body he may be in, he would always remain the same person on the inside. The realization hits her; she is not just a former human, or a direwolf, or the Alpha's mate. She is simply Madeline. Endlessly searching for your true self through insubstantial labels only further impairs your sense of identity, making you feel more and more dissociated from yourself than before. We each have our own singular, complex identity, and you will never succeed in emulating anyone else's. The only way to come to terms with this is by accepting that you cannot conform to society's standards; and that is not a bad thing.

Dedicated to bisolalayo thank you so very much for the votes, comments and reads! I am grateful. Check her book if you are a fan of teen fiction...💙 💥💥💥 They are different kinds of people in this world and we all fell into different categories...and just like Monica, some women are always ready, ever ready to obtain what they are obsessed with even if it cost their all. They don't care who they hurt in the process, whom their greediness or actions maimed and destroyed, all they ever wanted was to get what they crave for.

Changing me into someone I didn’t recognize. Or maybe it was just bringing out parts of myself I’d always hidden. I shook my head again, trying to clear the dark thoughts. I needed a distraction. Something to pull me out of this spiral before I drowned in it. My eyes landed on the edge of a book peeking out from under my bed. The romance novel. I’d shoved it there this yesterday, embarrassed after my “yoga” incident with Rylan. I pulled it out, flipping to where I’d left off last night. Chapter fifteen.