The Half Of It: A Memoir Novels & Stories

she said, and I waved at her in response. Alone in my room, my thoughts turned to my life as a half-rank wolf. With an alpha Dad and an omega mom, our existence was considered an abomination by our society, neither fully high-ranked nor fully low-ranked. The high wolves would despise us for having our blood mixed with the slaves, while the slaves would treat us the same for being above them despite having the same blood. It was like we had no place in this world.

Her whole face ballooned, throat thickening, tongue swelling, eyes red and glassy. I leaned back in my chair, resting my ankle on my knee like we were just two people having a normal conversation instead of her bleeding out of oxygen on the floor. “Crazy, right?” I said softly, swirling my wine. “How we ended up here.” She tried to say my name, but it came out like a choking grunt. “You remember the night Remo was born?” Her movements stilled for a second I thought she was dead but then she moved again. “Yeah,” I murmured. “I remember it perfectly. You lying in that hospital bed, trying to act like some saint when really you were just marking your territory.”

See, It's not my fault that I'm a half-blood. I too 'had' a normal life just like you until a series of action thriller mega-fantasy stuff started to happen in my life out of nowhere. Trust me, being normal is better than all this. Being a half-blood for real is pretty...I don't need to say that, because my brother has actually told all about it, so no. Let me warn you too. If you are reading this to become a half-blood, please don't do this, you are going to be in great danger, it's better if you go to the kitchen, take a knife and stab yourself. But if you are a person who doesn't believe in a fantasy world saying fantasy is for kids and none of this is ever going to happen in your life, o

he said, fixing his tie. "Huh? Where?" I asked, surprised. This was new. "Don't you want to eat dinner? I know that you are half-human. The doctor told me yesterday." Half-human? No wonder I couldn't fight his men off when they dragged me here. And my cravings for human food suddenly made sense too. But it wasn't much of a surprise for me because I had read about half-vampire half-human species on the Internet once. They do exist. "About the half-human thing, I didn't know that. It's not that important a detail to me anyway. I'm used to living like humans. And secondly, about dinner, no thank you. I want to finish the task that you have given me first, sir."

Alston bellowed again, his eyes widening as he stared at them all. They all glanced at each other before looking at Sabrina. She was still a young girl and a learning priestess when the incident happened, but she didn’t know anything about it, she couldn’t say anything about it. It was like her memory went blank for that day and couldn’t remember anything at all. “Your highness,” she started and bowed down. “I can’t remember anything from that day. For that particular day, my memory went blank and I got the details from the other priestesses, so if they say that’s what happened, of course, that is what happened.” She chided and bowed her head.

- your half “Yet, I have not followed what I promised. I ruined it all.” I sighed and stared at her as she lay peacefully on the bed. Truthfully, half of my stay here on earth was spent looking out for her, exploring places and spying on little girls – hoping for one particular ginger that will soon end up as her. I caressed her cheeks, smiling bitterly because all I want to do is kick myself in the past for being so stupid as to not notice that it was her – the girl in my dreams. I wanted to return back to the very first moment we met.

Not just for herself, but for countless others who had endured shadows like hers. Her memoir, Shards into Stars, had taken two years to write and just two weeks to rocket to the top of bestseller lists. People read it not for the scandal, it barely lingered on Ethan’s cruelty, but for its marrow-deep honesty about survival, about the way broken things could be remade without pretending the cracks didn’t exist.

Usually he would have cut it in half, but wanted her to have the whole and not the half. “ the whole and not the half, my sweet girl.” he said, and raised the apple to her mouth. She held his gaze for a moment and reached for the apple. “ the whole and not the half.” he repeated, “ that’s what i want with Aine. that’s all i want with Aine.” he heaved out a breath and thought for a moment about his encounter with Rhoda that afternoon. What had she said, About not making any promises?

"Kira, I'm talking about Kira. You loved her. You don't remember?" "If this is some stupid joke, you better stop it and I don't want to ever see your face again, you freak" he brushed past me in anger. I swallowed hard. For a split second, I found it hard to breathe. I felt my heart shatter into tiny bits. Reality hit me and I was aware of the fact that I was the only person who remembered my old self. How was that possible?......