Show Yourself Novels & Stories

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

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

Stay visible. Those two words burn me as much as the rain devouring my bones. Because I no longer know how to do that , be visible, exist, stand upright in another person's gaze without disappearing immediately into discomfort or shame. So I press myself against an anonymous porch, that of a grimy building with a cracked threshold, and I wait. Arms wrapped tightly around myself. Heart in my throat. My legs like two frozen stakes under these pajamas that weigh the weight of a shipwreck.

But you need to have self-restrain," I tell her truthfully as I believe she needs to hear this for once in her life since I never dared to say it before. "Really?" She gets up once again, and does her usual pacing. "Yes. No one will take you serious unless you show them you are. You can't continue letting them think you're this gorgeous bombshell with a great body, but only for momentary pleasure. No! You deserve the best; the man who will love and accept you fully." Damn, am I making sense? I sigh, and my subconscious is currently on a silent mode, totally unhelpful. Sam’s eyes narrow with displeasure, but I believe she gets my point. "But Kira—“

“You want my power? Then stop lying to yourself. You’re not strong enough because you don’t even know who you are.” “What?!” I yelled out angrily.

less of the person you have called yourself to be or what you have told yourself to be, I looked back as if you see if anyone was following me, because if anyone would be in the type of situation I was in and this world in general that I lived in it will be very cautious and a normal thing to watch your back every single time because most of the times you are been watched and you don't even know it

The stage where you can see the audience, some you knew as closest to your heart because it just feels right to have them and some who silently bashes you but gives you strength to stay still, ready to show them what you've got, amazingly revealing to them what they have been missing about you. Then finally you'll be able to tell the world, "this is me, and you can now gasp and be surprise of who I became to be."

"Goodnight Daddy." He did not answer. But I knew this was only the beginning. I went up to my room with his taste still on my tongue and his fingers still burning inside me. The rain kept falling but I was no longer scared of it. I was scared of how much I wanted more. **100 Ways to Damn Yourself**

I realized that I didn’t know how to defeat him with his endless power and without him showing off his face. “Enough! Show yourself from hiding, Cyrius! You want me? Here I am.”

"But..." "You want to be strong and to be strong, you must show yourself confident, lowering your gaze doesn't tell me that. So, raise it and if any alpha bothers you for that, remember who you are. I don't care if you must use me now as a shield until you create your own, but, I need you to start changing your attitude.