That's Who I Am Novels & Stories

Now, refusing ten million just proved how selfish I was. "I don't want to leave because—" "Enough!" Father cut me off. "Dr. Mercer! Begin!" I knew what came next. The machine would rip the truth from my skull— But what if the truth was the one thing they couldn't bear?

The Nana just pointed at something on the menu and the middle-aged man nodded politely and left. Pai was taking a sip of the water that had been served for them, when the woman spoke, “What are you willing to do, if I tell you there’s still a chance for you to get back together with Siri?” The young man swallowed as he met the scrutinizing gaze of the woman, “I will do anything as long as it allows me to be me. I mean..” “I understand. Why would I want to change who you are when my grandson loves you just the way you are?”

Being a lost soul isn't easy. You never get to touch the one you care about, or make them believe that you exist, or even save them from all the dangers. I have been wandering around, looking at all the misery and happiness people have been facing. Who am I? Well, My name is Author. I am just a lost soul. I've been living in your shadows, trying to find comfort in the dark. Because the light has burnt my world and made me greedy.

then she heard her stomach grumble which was reasonable since she didn't eat anything all day so she decides to go buy something for herself but all of a sudden she bumped into someone that caused what he was holding fall "oh I am so sorry sir, here help you- " when she looked up she was astounded to see that it was the same guy that she ended up in the police station with, When he looked at her, he too was astounded "ITS YOU!!" shouted both of them in union "God please let this be a hallucination" begged Stephen closing his eyes and facing the sky "HEY I am helping you here, and don't be so dramatic" "Thanks" said Stephen sarcastically

“I’m not them.” A pause. Her grip loosens slightly. Not fully. But enough. “You don’t understand,” she says. “Then explain it.” “I can’t.” “Try.” Her eyes search mine. Desperate. Broken. Honest. “I don’t know who I am anymore.” The words hit harder than anything else. Because this— this is the truth. Not the fear. Not the running. This. I don’t hesitate. “You’re still you.” “No.” “Yes.” “No!” she snaps, pushing weakly against me. “That girl is gone!”

I really don't know how to deal with them. My mom likes Chloe a lot. She always told me that how come I can't be just like her. And I answered her simply because I am Marga, in short for Margaret, my name is too long to Its right? So yeah that's simple reason. But she said that I should be like her. She even told me that she used to be just like her when she was young. And I asked myself quietly. Am I really my mom's daughter? Because let's face it. It's really true that she's like my cousin.

And when my chance to escape failed so spectacularly, at that moment, I couldn’t see another way out. But I’ve never been a quitter, I’ve never been one to take the easy route, and I won’t start now. I march myself to the mirror in the fancy bathroom. “I am an Alpha. I had parents who loved me, and I am strong. I am beautiful. I am smart.” I say these things aloud because I seem to have forgotten who I am. I give myself a second little pep talk, this time louder, to make sure I believe myself. “I am an Alpha. I am smart. I am strong. I am beautiful. And if my husband is too stupid, too conceited, too arrogant to see me for who I am, that is his own damn fault, NOT mine. One day I will find s

I don’t want to be afraid of myself. He looked at me steadily, a soft smile touching his lips. “Then start by accepting who you are. Don’t hide from it. Don’t pretend it’s not there. The power, the glow—whatever it is—it’s part of you now. You can’t undo that. So, you might as well embrace it.” I exhaled slowly, feeling a strange sense of clarity washing over me. For the first time all night, I let myself see the truth—*I am more than I thought I was. I’m powerful. And I refuse to let that power be my downfall.*

I looked like the kind of Omega who would let both father and son ruin her. “Goddess,” I whispered, voice catching, breath hitching. “What the fuck is happening to me?” You’re becoming who you really are. “I don’t want to be this.” Yes, you do. “I don’t want to want him.” Yes. You. Do. “I don’t want to feel anything when he looks at me.” You shook when he said your name. “I don’t want this!” You need this. “I don’t even know what this is!” You will.

I step into the cabin, close the door gently behind me, and stand there in the golden hush. I’m not who I was. I’m not who I’ll be. But I’m something again. And for tonight… That’s enough.