That's Who I Am Novels & Stories

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.

She went in and saw Yvette and her brother, Toby, waiting on the sofa. Jean would have thought they were gangsters who had come to trash up her place if she hadn't received the resume. When Yvette saw her, she jumped to her feet excitedly. "Ms. Michaels, I'm a big fan of yours. My username on Comic World is 'YvetteLovesComics'. You've sent me your autograph before. Do you remember? I added you on social media too." Jean immediately remembered. She didn't expect the most active person in her comment section to be Yvette Jacobs.

“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.”

It can awaken your wolf completely and make you regain all your memories. As he said that, he wanted to force the medication down my throat. Horrified, I screamed and struggled. "Caspian, let me go! I don't want to drink it!" "No! If you love me, just trust me. Drink it!" Caspian barked and exerted more force on his hands. I struggled in despair. I had no idea what would happen after I took this medication, but I knew I didn't want to have anything to do with him.

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?

I try to. I am an animal. I am not Mara.

"I already told you, little cat. Just looking for booze and women." "You have a wife who is at home, waiting patiently for your arrival." "She can wait for as long as she want. Who gives a fuck? I don't! Even the so-called man sitting above the clouds doesn't give a fuck. Or do you give a fuck, Samantha?" "I don't give a fuck about no one," Samantha replied. "Exactly what I am trying to make this young lady understand. No one actually gives a fuck about the woman who is waiting in my house for my arrival."

I know who I am. I am Perdition. I am the Queen Of Hell. I am not here to save anyone. I am here to destroy the topside.

"She thinks now that I'm in Uni it's cool of her to take ownership of all my stuff back home, like hello I'm three thousand miles away not dead!" I laughed at her joke and automatically decided I like her, "I'm Abigail, Abigail Howard." "Carlacia Anderson" She introduced herself as she took my outstretched hands, "So big apple huh? Man, I'm so excited!" "Me too! I've waited my whole life for this" I sighed looking around the apartment. Carlacia turned to look at me with a smile, "Well, same here." I smiled at Carlacia who grinned at me then she suddenly cocked her head at me.

~ Harper’s POV ~ A couple of weeks passed. I was in an actual bedroom now with a conjoined bathroom. I decided I was going to either escape or die trying. The last words my father said to me rang loud in my mind ‘never forget who you are. You are strong and a fighter. You will live through this. Remember that your mother and I love you so much…’ If I didn’t make It out for me, I would make it out for them. I decided it was best if I kept my head down and didn’t argue or fight. All those things go against my mind and body. Pride and stubbornness being the main driving force in my personality.