The Half Of It: A Memoir Novels & Stories

When I am able to look around, I am surprised to see that our small group includes the Alpha. "I will be doing a half shift, so I don't tear another set of clothes. My fur might be prickly," Giulia says lowly, and I look at her to find her staring at me apologetically. I laugh and shake my head. "Yeah. How dare you half-shift to protect me. How dare you prickle my skin with your fur in order for you not to rip the clothes that you have to wear because of me," I say sarcastically, and her mouth drops open a little bit.

I hated this mountain because every time we came here something bad or annoying always happened. I get to the location of the abandoned hut and look around for a minute and then I call out Joan's name from outside and get no response and I decide to go in after a lot of deliberations and self talking to not be afraid of a mere reptile but I definitely knew I was just fooling myself. I open the hut and peep into it but I didn't see anyone inside from where I was standing

I breathed in relief, my head slowly turning to the side and upwards to meet those coal irises once again, almost cowering under their intensity, his hot breath fanning all over my face as he simply said, “You haven’t told me yet what’s the other half, remember?” I blinked a few times, watching him in complete silence, mentally contemplating whether to tell him or not... If he keeps prying into my life like this, he’ll eventually find out anyway... Letting out a small sigh, I took a small step back, creating that distance I so much needed between us, my gaze meeting his as I finally told him, “I’m half fallen. My father was a fallen.” Obvious surprise marred his features, watching me with pu

My family had to put a stop to the broadcast of my memories. I huddled in a corner, feeling numb about the whole situation, but they struggled to accept reality. Sandra teared up shakily, mumbling in disbelief. Roger gasped heavily, his fists clenched, while Caleb, wearing his heart on his sleeve, punched the table. “I can’t believe Casey is evil! “Where is she? I must ask her if this is real.” The scientist wiped away a tear. “This is the donor’s deepest and most personal memory. There’s one more piece of memory. Do you want to watch it?”

He said to me "I can't calm down right now," I said to him "But you won't get anything just pacing around like this," he said "You are right, I need to calm down and think of something," I said as I sat down on the bed with him "So, do you have anything in mind?" I asked "I don't, I'm just as confused as you are right now," He said "Oh no, why now?" I lamented as I laid back on the bed ~ Lucy's POV ~

If Kira was all my bad things locked away, then was she even my twin? I continued the movements. My mind locked on the emporium. To me, it seemed like only days ago, and yet it also felt like forever. When my body rejoined my soul, it created this duel sense of time. I remembered the man that ran away from me after calling me a fracture. Like a fractured soul. Wait. Someone else had said that before to. Who was it? The term "half-souled piece of dirt" drifted into my mine followed by a beautiful face with hard eyes. "Karma," I whispered aloud. My movements faltered, but my mind continued to race. A few glimpses of memory hit me, something about a shiny white sword. That wasn't important righ

That way, they will be safe. Their house is located in the middle of the pine forest, made of Stone and like a Rapunzel tower which only different because it has doors and its way wider and extravagantly beautiful. In the huge living room, there’s no other furniture except for the big cabinet, cushions and center table, and the floor is made of a nude tiles. Xoyo, a black-haired, almond -eyed, and dove lips ,21 years old young lady sat in the big sofa while spending her time reading an old comic book.

Even if only half, I am a predator. Looking upwards at my apartment, I'm glad I have plans tonight. If I were inside all night, I could see myself drinking too much. That more than instant healing might be what saves me. The keys fumble, mimicking arthritis. I drop them again and again. Finally, I grasp them hard. It takes forever to get the door open.

Alys asked him quietly, as she ran her fingers over the carvings, staring at them in wonder. “This is a supernatural shop. Our warlock friend runs it and he sells all sorts of books on the different beings, as well as all manner of other things. I thought it would be good for you to come here and maybe we can get you a book on werewolf history so you can learn more on our species, and I am hoping to find one on Half Bloods.” Aiden explained. He knocked three times before turning the handle and walking in.