The Half Known Life Novels & Stories

I am the alpha. “Now, answer this young man. Can a man with only half a heart still have the power to conquer just as well as one with a whole one?” she says. The word no forms on my lips but I can’t seem to let the sound out. As I think about I realize that she is wrong. I am a man with half a heart. However, there is only half of one inside of me, the other half is with m mate. Together we are whole. She makes me whole

“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."

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.

"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 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.

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.

Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.” “So what does that mean? Will she live as long as we do or will I lose her after her human years fade?” Aiden asked feeling the pain of those thoughts, he barely knew her yet the thought of ever losing her already hurt.

And although I have survived, I no longer live. Now… Now not the slightest part of me lives. I am pure darkness. I have always been it. I'll always be. And here I will stay. Alone. Broken. And gloomy. As is the Fake Life that I have created. FINAL Epilogue Verona, a city in northern Italy. RYDER

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.