Novel & Cerita Story On Myself

Imagine me doing something like Bear Grylls. "Adventurer Taylen Nova. Your show could be called Novatures." I laughed. Jibin would have found that funny. Wait did I miss him? Nah. I just missed having someone to talk to I guess. "You're a weird kid." I told myself then asked, "Wait a minute, why am I talking to myself out loud?" I shrugged my shoulders. I better get used to only having myself around as a companion. I pulled the pills out of my pocket, I only had 1 left. Fridge magnets. I left the others in the car! You're an idiot Taylen.

~FLASHBACK PART 1 I cried a lot staying in my room. I just felt so bad for myself. I was so helpless. When it was midnight, I took out my suitcase and packed my clothes and in my backpack I kept my important documents and the money I had saved all these years. I left a letter and I slowly opened the door and walked aimlessly on the road and reached a park. There I stayed in a bench until it was morning. The whole night, I was scared to be alone. I was sad. I could not even cry. A few times I even thought of going back home, but I knew if I went back, I will not have this confidence anymore. So, I stayed there. I was thinking about what I should do now.

In that instant, the online audience immediately went wild over the romance. "Oh, my! They are seriously perfect for each other!" "Can someone please lock her psycho sister away? She needs to stay far away from Jane and Chase!" "How can someone be this evil? She needs to be taken out this instant!" They condemned me while celebrating Jane and Chase's love story. They thought I was a paranoid psycho who had been utterly selfish since childhood, believing that once I grew up and saw Jane outshine me in every way—and steal the man I loved—I went on a rampage, willing to do anything to destroy her.

It was the one weapon I had that could possibly reach into that maelstrom of pure narrative. I wasn't an engineer like Jeff. I couldn't build a bridge. I wasn't a paradox like Lina. I couldn't bend the rules of reality. But I was a mother. And a mother’s story is a force of nature. I closed my eyes, shutting out the peaceful clearing, the gentle stream, the memory of Jeff’s ghost. I turned my focus inward, to the one story I knew better than any other. The one that was written in my bones.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

But maybe what I live is a destiny / karma that I have to accept. There's no need to blame them, it's just the circumstances of my childhood and destiny that I never got true love either from my family or those who are special to me. Egi, he always takes his work time, to accompany me shopping, one by one my merchandise is loaded into his car, mom's child has changed a lot, his prestige is gone, he will do anything to help me and Queeniera without shame anymore. It's almost 1 year since our 4-sided story, so maybe this is the right time for me to end it all. April 2016, That woman called me back

They did not stir even the faintest flicker of emotion in me. I ignored him. I refused to let him derail my plans. Nine years of being crushed into the dirt by my marriage had taught me one thing. I could never rely on a man, not Damian, not Justin, not anyone. Work. Social life. Joy. I was determined to piece myself back together and paint over the cracks with beauty. As for Damian, maybe he clung to me out of fear. Perhaps Victor had ordered him to bring me back, knowing his son could not hold on to a family empire if he could not even keep a woman.

“I just received a letter from my mother, urging me to become the Luna. If not, I have to return to that... room.” “I don’t want to go back, Ersa. I can’t spend my days f-fucking men just to earn my keep in our house.” I started trembling at my confession, and the tears I had been desperately holding back finally burst out. How? How do I tell my story in a way someone would actually understand? Where do I even start? What should I do—

Well, here we go. The next stage of my life is about to begin. My bags are packed, I’m dressed and ready to head to the airport. I take my luggage to the front door and walk down the hallway to the kitchen. I felt like everything around me was moving in slow motion, I look up at the hallway taking in all the pictures of me and my mother as I grew up through the years. I pause at one of my mother and father when I had just been born, oh I wish my father would be here right now to see what I have achieved in life. He was never actually reported dead, but when someone has been missing for 16 years they stop looking for them. My mother managed to survive the grief and once I became 12 really cam

Well, if that was how it was going to be, I was done for good. From then on, I lived for myself, and only myself. ... I pocketed my phone, my hands shaking so hard that I could barely grip it. I felt like I had been dunked in a tub of ice, frozen from the inside out. There was Charles, not even trying to hide it, cozying up to Fiona Cooper for all to see. The crowd was eating it up, chanting Fiona's name, some even daring them to seal the show with a kiss. The room was a roar of voices.