That's Who I Am Novels & Stories

"We shall one day stand on the stage of highest honor and shine as brightly as the sun." I muttered softly, "I did it, Shawn. If there's a next life, I hope you'll achieve the same." A gentle breeze caressed my ears. I finally let go of my past in pursuit of a brand new future.

I know who I am! "Then why can't you say it?" the teenage me demanded, slamming her fist on the table. "Why can't you just say who you really are?" "Because it doesn't matter!" I shouted. "I have been all of those things. I am Camille!" "Been?" she mocked, her voice dripping with disdain. "You can't hide behind that forever." My hands trembled, and I looked around the table, seeking support from the other versions of myself. They watched silently, their faces empty.

“What have you become?” I didn’t look back at her, my focus entirely on the fight. “This is who I am,” I growled, my voice carrying a resonant, primal tone that echoed across the battlefield. “This is what happens when you push me to the edge. When you make me fight for what’s mine.”

I’ll reclaim what’s mine, turn the world on its axis, and become the ultimate master of the very game created to ruin me. My name is Layla Blackwell and I'm nobody's bitch. *** See you soon ~ Love, Muse

I look at her trying to figure out just from her expression what she thinks of me. -What do you remember last? -I wanted to leave work, and then someone put something on my mouth, she says, remembering what happened to her. Now my question. Who are you? -I am Damon Black. Hearing my name, her face tightens. She looks panicked around the room as if she wanted to hide somewhere. -You're a criminal. I know you, I've heard about you. -What have you heard about me, I ask, getting closer to her lips to look her better in the eyes.

she replied. "He can be really sweet and down to earth, but he has strong detest for violations, people often say it's better to jump off a high cliff than breaking any of his rules." "Who is he? What does he look like?" Kim asked impatiently feeling cold shiver wash over her body. "His name is London Malik, the finest man on earth, you'll see him at the orientation," she replied. Kim suddenly went mute, staring into space. From what she just heard, it will be a death sentence breaking any of the rules, but with the complications of her situation, she knew she'd be breaking one in no time.

“So you understand that this isn’t something you can fix.” He stepped closer. “This is me,” he said firmly. “This is who I am.”

He stared intently at me as if he wanted to engrave this sight in his mind. "Lydia, I'm here for you. We can finally be together now," he continued. With that, he handed the bouquet of roses to me with a hopeful expression. "I know you're mad, but trust me. I truly love you. Now that Sarah has fulfilled her dream, we can start all over again. "Lydia, I'll hold a mate bonding ceremony that's more magnificent for you, and I'll make you the happiest woman in the world." However, I merely looked at him in confusion without a hint of joy. Baffled, I gradually asked, "Who are you? Do I know you?"

kind. Because you told me you like me, I assumed you'd understand even without me speaking my feelings. Was I wrong? Or is it your feelings wasn't deep to begin with? She raised her head up to the dark grey clouds, and smiled bitterly at herself. Am I not the same? She then looked at the man who was hurrying to her with raincoats in hand. Are you . . . are you also the same? Did you misunderstand me too? Or is it . . . you simply didn't care?