The Half Known Life の小説・ストーリー

“But carrying them doesn’t mean you chase the fire. It means you survive it.” I wanted to scream. To throw something. To make him understand. But the words tangled in my throat, and all I could do was whisper, “You’re asking me to live half a life.” He came closer then, crouching so we were eye-level. “Half a life is better than no life at all. One day, you’ll thank me for this. For keeping you whole when the world wanted to tear you apart.” I looked at him through my tears and wanted so badly to believe him. But all I felt was the cage around me tightening.

"You are a half-blood, Elif. Torn between two worlds. Too human for the wolves. Too wolf for the humans. You've spent your entire life feeling like an error." My throat tightened. "How do you know that?" "Because I once walked in your shoes. I am also a half-blood." He sat on a fallen log, gesturing for me to join him. "I lead because I am a half-blood, not in spite of it." He scooped up a handful of soil, letting it sift through his fingers. "The purebloods deem us inferior. Broken. But they are mistaken. We are not broken, Elif. We are bridges."

“Do not stop.” He looked at her. “I will not,” he said. She nodded once. She left. He stood in the kitchen of the house on Calloway Street with the garden outside and the folder upstairs and six hundred people registered for tomorrow and the trial four months away and the book growing on the desk and a five-year-old peony in the ground that was going to bloom in spring and he felt the particular quality of a life that was not tidy or concluded or without its remaining difficulties but was entirely, genuinely real.

When I stayed with him in a basement apartment and split a single bread roll between two meals, where was that darling heroine? When I sold the house my mother left me and my dowry to help him survive his crisis, where was she? Now that Preston Hale had become a billionaire CEO, she wanted to swoop in and reap what I'd sown? On what grounds? "Honey? Why are your hands so cold?" Preston lowered his head and rubbed my hands, his brows drawn together, his voice careful. But when I looked at his handsome face, I had only one thought. For another woman, he was going to push me into becoming a sleazy livestreamer.

Third-Person POV Aston sat on the float with Hailey and Tamara. He looked at Hailey's radiant smile and suddenly thought of himself back when he'd been a child. He'd lived with his mother, Lindsay Barrera, in Barclena since he could remember. Lindsay was mentally unstable and rarely had any moments of normalcy. However, she would be lucid for half a day on his birthday every year, showing him rare tenderness and hugging him while calling him her most precious gift from the heavens.

"I knew you were faking your memory loss. Trying to have her mother take your side, huh?" His tone was full of mockery. With the slight lift of his chin, the marks on his neck nearly showed. Delilah froze up for a moment and looked at me. She wanted my explanation, but Henry gave me no such opening. He made it a point to humiliate me. "Mrs. Gillard, or should I call you mother-in-law? Josephine and I have been together for five years and just had our child. You can see the child once you're discharged."

~This book is based on the same theme of unrequited love, but with the different sort of love-triangle. Written with feelings and passion, so hold your seats pals, it might give you Tachycardia if you ever had serious one-sided love for anyone lol. *throws dark chocolate to all my readers* <<< This book is dedicated to those who think they will never be loved by anyone their whole lives >>> Here you go! 1| Half Hope, Half Love __________

This is the story of a young man with a secret talent who plays good samaritan and finds himself at the center of a battle bigger than himself... but he won't be alone! At least that's part of the gist for now.😅 Now let's see how it goes… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook" which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did.

The messed-up part of fame. The sickening hatred. Slowly eroding our humanity. You want to know what the few other people in the pub were doing? They were filming. With their cellphones. As if I were the star of a messed-up drama. And the title was This Is My Life. Welcome. Take a seat. I put my wallet in my jeans pocket. "How does it feel," the bartender started again, "knowing that over a thousand dicks have been inside your mom? She must have been stretched out when she gave birth to you. Bet you just fell out of her vagina." He laughed right in my face.

Brooklyn asked. Turning away from Kendall, he said, “It’s a short piece about a man looking back on his life as he is dying.” “Wow, that sounds interesting,” Addy said. “I think it sounds a bit depressing,” Shea said, frowning. Brooklyn nudged her and said, “I think that sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ll have to let you know when the festival is and get you some tickets if you’d like to see it,” he offered.