Self Written Mga Nobela at Kwento

Darius pov I drafted the statement myself. Not with the PR team, not with Marcus filtering the language into the corporate-safe version that would have been grammatically impeccable and emotionally inert. Just me, at my desk at seven in the morning, with a blank document and the understanding that some things needed to be said in a person's own words or they weren't really being said at all.

I am still thinking when Kael begins to pull me to my feet. “You are nothing but a wolfless orphan weak omega!” Sasha continues to taunt me. I can’t bear it anymore and as I feel tears gather in my eyes threatening to spill down my face, I run out of the house without looking back. I run and run until I see myself deep in the woods. The dried fallen leaves are crunching under my feet and my hands are swiping against the branches sticking out. I did not stop. I did not want to stop. It is all too much to bear and the more I run the more I keep hearing Sasha's words in my head.

The year I was at my most starry-eyed, I gave up my chance to study overseas. Over my parents' furious objections I married my boyfriend and took in the abandoned baby he'd picked up off the side of the road. From that day on I poured everything I had into that household and into raising that child. Thirty years of it. And just when our son was grown and settled and I thought I might finally get to breathe, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. The treatment cost a fortune. I was about to reassure my husband and my son that I had the money. Instead, they got angry. "What do you mean, your money? That's this family's money. This disease is a bottomless pit. You could throw everything

SHOULD! "Sure, get in my car!" Damn, really damn. Why are those words that come out of this selfless mouth? I really like being separated from my body parts. How could they not respond to what my brain told me to do? Basic bedebah does not know diuntung. I cursed myself, good. When are you going to curse yourself?

If Calantha were here, she would be really astonished because this is the one which injected her. - An assistant took the pack of syringe, put it in the iron bag. Everyone was all busy with taking Marcus's sample. Finally, everyone got out except for Marcus, Dr.Mesly, Jim and the caretaker, Ronal. - "Although we haven't had the exact result, the percent determined that Mr.Marcus and that Omegle are suitable is approximately over 90%" Dr.Mesly said and laughed "This may be good for yourself, you ought to instantly seek for an Omegle that can help you solve your problems"

😅 It's my first time writing such (It was really tasking by the way😅)and I'd really like to know how I did. I'll be waiting for your response. 🥰 Thank you.

"I remember things." "Such as?" "People's birthdays." "Important details." "What they like." "What they don't like." I wrote again. I pay attention to people. Damien nodded. "Another." I smiled faintly. "You aren't going to stop, are you?" "No." I thought for another moment. "I'm patient." "Definitely." I wrote it down. Then I stared at the three sentences. They looked strange. Not because they were untrue. Because I'd never written anything positive about myself before.

Bella's POV: "Grief. That's what my life has turned into," I said, my voice a soft tremor echoing my inner turmoil. "I went from being a depressed teenage dirtbag who experimented with every single drug she could find at 14. Then I got myself into a rehab where I met a little girl who became my best friend. I got better for her, so she would know she could leave and not die in there like others. She managed to get out, but then she passed away a year and a half ago. The girl I got better for, the reason I fought so hard, passed away. They say you should get better for yourself, but what good is it if you have no one to celebrate your progress with? I mean, I should be proud of myself, and I

" 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. I made the words, thoughts and feelings others had about me become "MY REFLECTION" which wasn't right. Till the day I realized what I lost feeling inferior. Today, I wrote this to encourage you not to allow what people think or say about you be your " REFLECTION" but be the " REFLECTION" of your own self. You can be whoever you wish to be when you stop listening to what people say about you and deci

It was hard to believe that was the same man who had once promised to love me forever. As I struggled to my feet, my right ankle throbbed with real pain. However, Caleb's deepening frown told me he thought I was faking it. I let out a bitter laugh. I said, "You know why I'm here. Should I read your chat history with her out loud for everyone to hear? "And Sheena, are you so desperate for a man that you must go after my husband? You're even calling him Daddy—how disgusting can you get?"