Self Discovery Novels Novels & Stories

Quite frankly, she was pissing herself off. The situation she was in was unique and she had no one to talk to about any of it. There weren't any books about how to react when the woman you're falling for comes out as a werewolf, tells you you're her mate, and asks to bite you. Well, Kate hadn't asked, but it was implied. She sure as hell couldn't drag Lydia and Casey into this mess. She couldn't even if she wanted to. The last thing she wanted to do was betIsaacKate's trust by spilling her secrets.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 18✨ . . 💋Harley💋 "But how do we come in? You've never told me the story, i only believed you are my real Dad because I saw Natalya's picture". I told him truthfully.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

I stared around the place, everywhere was littered with garbage, the air stinked of cigarettes and waste. Some hoodlums hanged around some buildings looking like hungry dogs. I walked past them as they looked on. I entered an alley and pushed a garbage can out of the way, revealing a trap door. I opened the lock with a key and opened the door. The door had stairs that led underground. I climbed down the stairs after making sure the door was shut. I turned on my phone flash light and searched for the light switch on the wall. I found it and turned the bulb on making the room lit up. This underground house is my personal hideout. I keep photos of my victims here.

“Check out the local library. Ask for Yellen’s book. Tom” Leila sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Eduard Yellen. The man whose nutty research had kicked off this whole mess. A dead man with too many secrets and not enough time to spill them. Now she was supposed to dig through dusty old books to figure out how deep this rabbit hole went. She headed for the fridge, hoping for something stronger than a clue, but all she found was a single can of gourmet dog food and a designer bottle of mineral water. Wolfie’s breakfast, it seemed, was more luxurious than hers.

The library, her sanctuary of silence, had become a catalyst for her own story, a story waiting to be told, a story waiting to be shared with the world. This newfound desire to share her story manifested in a way she hadn't anticipated. She started writing. Not in her notebook, filled with notes and interpretations of "The Odyssey," but in a fresh, unlined journal she found tucked away in the back of a dusty bookshelf at the library. It was a small, leather-bound journal, its pages blank and inviting, a canvas for her thoughts and emotions.

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell. We eventually sit at one of the nooks in the grande room. It's small and cozy with 2 big chairs and a large desk between them. We spread books out on the desk and floor around us. "Anything catch your eye?" I ask him as he stares down at the collection. He looks up at me bewildered. "How do you choose? How do you know which ones will make you escape, make you feel?" He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify.

A She was always quiet and polite, hiding her wild side. Elena had no idea anyone had found her videos. She felt safe behind her anonymous username and she had planned another video for that evening. Later that night, Roman walked toward the main library. He needed to return some books. As he approached the entrance, he saw Elena walking inside alone. She wore a long coat even though the night was warm. Roman’s heart beat faster, he followed her inside without thinking. The library was almost empty. Only a few students remained on the upper floors.

Held me. Later that night, I reached for my notebook — the one I used not for schedules or deadlines, but for truth. The one I only opened when I needed to feel something without censoring it. I flipped to a blank page. And I wrote: Adrian sees what I can do. Lucian sees what I could become. Cassian sees who I already am. And I… I am learning to see myself. I closed the notebook hugged it to my chest and let myself breathe —