That's Who I Am Novels & Stories

Gary asked after a while, sitting in the back seat. "Nonsense," I answered. It is obvious that he will want revenge, but he will not be able to. "He looked determined," Wade commented, sitting next to the copilot. "Don't be a fag, I don't even love anyone," I confessed. It was true. And I wasn't ashamed—...as I told Morbix: except myself. "I wouldn't be so carefree," Gary murmured, "you have to take care of yourself, Lex, or take care of what you love."

I know deep down that I am done for. ##########

I'm an Omega. "But I'm an Omega"

The sound of the machines, the stiffness of my limbs, the smell of the hospital — all of it screamed reality. “W… who am I?” I asked finally, my voice breaking. The doctor stared at me for a long moment. His lips pressed into a thin line. He seemed to hesitate, glancing at the nurse, then back at me. “You are Eli,” he said quietly. “You were in a car accident when you were ten years old. You’ve been in a coma for nine years.” My mind went blank. “Nine… years?” I echoed, almost in disbelief. He nodded slowly.

Death spoke, her deep voice echoed. “Why do you look like me?” Layla asked. “No, dear. It is you who looks like me.” She spoke again. “Life and death go hand and hand, we were cut form the same cloth, Lobokuéra sy. I was just cut from the bottom where you were cut from the top. But I had been here long before you, or longer than this version of you. The name aducător de moarte, my name, was the first spoken and it will be the last.” aducător de moarte spoke.

“Is that I already know what I am.” Then I smile.

“You don’t get to tell me who I can be.” To Be Continued...

"I want a million-dollar car. Are you going to buy one for me?" When Stacie Garcia heard my trembling voice, she snapped her head toward me and shoved the man beside her away. The man looked vaguely familiar. "What are you doing here, Callum? Let me explain—" I looked at her, dressed in a custom designer outfit and adorned with jewelry worth millions of dollars on her hands. Then, I looked down at myself—draped in a filthy cleaning uniform, clutching a mop and rag.

I am happy. I am loved. I am accepted. I am free.

Here with Vincent and my children. I have finally gotten What I Want! ‐-----------