That's Who I Am Novels & Stories

"Like no one actually sees me. They see what they want me to be. Perfect daughter, perfect student, perfect everything. But that's not me. That's not who I am." "Who are you?" he asks quietly. "I don't know," I admit. "That's the problem. I don't know who I am when I'm not performing for them. When I'm not trying to be what everyone expects." He's quiet for a moment. Then: "That must be exhausting." "It is," I whisper. He reaches over to the side table, grabs the tissue box, and hands it to me. Our fingers brush as I take it, and the contact sends electricity through me even in the midst of my breakdown.

I looked at him from head to toe. He had little curly, dark brown hair. His skin color was a bit pale like the people who live in snow and his blue eyes were adding to his beauty. The dark red lips were like red strawberries which were visible from far away. And a tattoo on the side of his neck which wasn't much visible because of his jacket. But I saw a little tattoo on his wrist and it was saying,"I AM NOT MYSELF". I bet if anyone meets him for the first time, they will probably notice his dark red lips first. He was wearing a dark black jacket and a white t-shirt. His shoes were black and white sneakers and his jeans pants were also black.

who's this boy and how could he expose himself in front of a public like this. I quickly went to him and gripped him by his hand as I took him outside?. "Who are you? I ask as he laughed? " Me..me...me? "Who Am i,who.. Am i.? He sang repeating the words again. ""what's wrong with this guy,is him a psycho or what. ""no,what you just did,are you a witch or ...!

Between who I was and who I am now. I stay exactly where I am. And for the first time in my life, that choice feels complete.

I want to ruin everyone who ruined me! But who am I kidding? My life is already slipping away in my very eyes and there's nothing I can do about it. To whoever is reading this, my name is Elodie Moonstone and this is a story of how I died. This is the end...

" Are you for real? " " Yeah " I don't say the part where I am never trusting him again and he's smiling like an idiot.

he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "I don't need your help, Amanda. I don't need any of you. I have more power than you can ever imagine." Amanda didn't back down. "This isn't you, Zane. This isn't who you are." "Who am I?" Zane's voice rose to a roar. "This is exactly who I am! This is who I've always been, beneath the surface, waiting to break free. And now, I am free."

" I remembered saying those exact words to someone. The those words rang in my head, who did I say those words to. Flash back "it not you it's me , I'm sorr-" I wasn't able to finished the statement with the hard slap slammed to my jaw surly breaking it. The apology flowers i held in my hands fell to the ground. Veronica crushed the flowers angry with her foot her gaze locked to mine angrily glaring at me. Her blue eyes shone with hate. You will pay Noah Williams.. that's a promise." She finishes and left taking along my heart i never knew from these day belongs to her now.

TWO WEEKS LATER Stella was finally discharged from the hospital and she couldn't tell how happy she was from leaving the devil's cage. For her going to the hospital is more or less like entering the devil's cage. David wasn't able to pick her up because he was busy with some clients who needed his attention. At first didn't want to go but Stella pleaded with him to attend to his clients. Charles picked her up and sent her home. Immediately she entered the house the faces of their maids and bodyguards brightened up seeing their beautiful madam back home and strong. Stella responded to their tons of greetings before entering her bedroom. She was done bathing and drying her hair when she heard

“It doesn’t say anything about you.” “What if I want it to say something about me? Huh? What if I am not perfect and normal? What if I’m a little bit crazy too? Would that be so bad?” I walked to the window and stared at my reflection. “I have no clue who I am. I am not the future beta of the Iron River pack. My mate is our enemy. I’ve failed you and Dad. That’s clear. I don’t know what to do. Not just with Maverick, but with my life. “Oh, baby…”