Show Yourself Novels & Stories

I am not broken". Emma and I said at the same time. "AhaHhaaahaaa" that witch laughed and then said," If both of you aren't broken than who is the one which is broken. Is it me? Denying the reality doesn't change it but it'll make you feel better". Emma and I looked at each other and then again to that witch. She continued," One is trying to fight with none other than himself and the other is trying to fight her destiny. Oh, it's so interesting. But remember that the fight with your own self is the harder one. Tell me. Why are you both here?"

Without those few who worked for her, nobody would care about her survival. “Shh … I have you. It’s okay. See, it’s not so bad when you’re honest with yourself. Look at the woman in the mirror. She’s not alone, she’s far from cold and unfeeling. No, you’re ready for this change. Now bend forward love and present yourself. I’ll make that fantasy and make it real for you, right now.”

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

"To the heart of it all." I clenched my hands, and my mark responded with a tiny glow that shone through the gloom. "Show yourself!" I yelled. "Stop hiding behind your tricks!" "You think this is hiding?" Victor's voice came closer now, practically whispering in my ear. I turned around, but nothing was there. "No, Kyara." I am encouraging you to see the reality. Discover yourself and the potential you possess. Eric moved in front of me, his whole body exuding protective force. "You'll have to go through me first."

“Just do you and be yourself.” I look up sharply, startled by her interruption. Her eyes are still soft and carry conviction. “I don’t even know who I am anymore; I wouldn’t know how to act. My appearance keeps changing by the day; how do I explain the unusual features?” Hosea chuckled, warmly and genuinely, like sunlight breaking through the cloud above the wild. “Trust me, Phoenix, we’ve all got our strengths and struggles. Some happen to be more visible than others, and that is your case. In no time, you will be a sweet wolf; that personality is always going to shine through; that’s your most powerful asset, and I know you will be okay.”

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You certainly know all the greatness inside of you. You feel it all the time. You know it’s there yet you still bury it and are afraid to live it. Stop doing that. There’s nothing wrong or egotistical about showing off the true beauty of you. The world doesn’t want you to hold that in. The world desperately wants to see it, feel it, enjoy it, and experience it with you. Fuck you for letting all those fears, insecurities, and limiting beliefs keep you back from the true love and brilliant life you deserve.

Out of options, I dropped to my knees and slapped myself twice. "I'm sorry. I was wrong before. Please, be the bigger person. I'm begging you to send three or four people, or even just one or two, to come with me! Cyril's life is hanging by a thread. Even if you don't care about me, at least remember that your job is to save lives."

"What are you going to do?" "I do not know. If I say something, I look petty. If I do not, she will keep doing it." "Then you do not say something," Mira said. "You show something." "What do you mean?" "You have that big presentation tomorrow, right? The one for the executives?" "Yes." "Then you go in there, and you kill it," she said. "You make it so good that no one can question whose work it is. You show them exactly what you are capable of. Let your work speak for itself."

I just didn't want to rely on it and wanted to earn respect with my own hands. And he had so easily believed Grace's lies. He'd destroyed my trust with his own hands. He'd even watched me get hurt and done nothing. As I was helped toward the door, I passed right by Ethan without sparing him a glance. My eyes were hollow, and only the searing pain in my hand and the cold emptiness in my chest kept me moving forward. I knew this surgery wasn't just about saving Mr. Sullivan. It was about saving myself. As an Omega werewolf healer, my hands were my dignity. I couldn't let them be destroyed.