Novel & Cerita The Half Of It: A Memoir

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?......

“Selene, you are not in a story. This is the real world.” I stared at him, laughter bubbling up from the sheer absurdity of it all. “No, no, no… the real world does not have men turning into wolves. The real world does not have… this!” I waved my arms around like a deranged conductor. “The only half-thing I know is half-Japanese, half-Australian, or maybe half-cooked steak. What are you? Half-person, half-dog?” His head snapped up, his green eyes blazing. “We are not dogs.”

It looked too genuine that I almost wondered if he really had an idea or if he was just so good at pretending. "What do you mean?" "I mean, my ex-husband is the man in that photo. Derek Holland. Your brother." His face stiffened, a curse slipping out of his mouth. "Oh shit." "Yeah, shit is the word." I let out a bitter laugh. "First I got kicked out, now I'm stuck playing accidental mistress to the other brother." "Derek and I are separate people." "You are his brother." "Half-Brother." "Still his brother." My voice dropped low. "Still a Holland."

He studied me for a moment before saying softly, "I remember you used to be so delicate." I froze. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "Do you remember me?" Daniel sighed. "You've gotten so thin. I remember when you were little—stubborn, mischievous. Your parents and brother spoiled you endlessly." Yes, Daniel was an old acquaintance. Back when my parents were alive, he had been close to my father. That was why I had believed I could move him—that he'd help if I came all this way through snow and ice. After a long silence, he added quietly, "Heart transplants have the lowest success rate of any transplant surgery. As a healer, all I can do is try. Don't set your hopes too high."

Learning how to turn his past into something useful. It was slow. Hard. But he stuck with it. And watching him transform from crime lord to student to counselor was beautiful. A year after Sam was born, the book published. “Ten Ways to Kill Alpha Penking: A Memoir of Survival and Love.” It hit shelves on a Tuesday. By Friday, it was on the bestseller list. People connected. Hard. Reviews poured in. Interview requests. Speaking offers. Amelia’s life exploded. In a good way. But still overwhelming.

I vowed, as I started to walk out of the room. “I know. I believe.” She spoke as I waited for Jarod and Archer to join me. Once we were outside of the room, I gave my other half a wave before I closed the door once more. The hex I had created long ago suddenly appeared in my mind, which I figured was because of the other half of my soul. It was strange thinking that I have been going through life with only half of me. Waving my hand over the door, I placed the Hex back in place as if it were as easy as breathing. I was getting the hang of things a lot more, which gave me a reason to believe I would put an end to all of this now.

"What will the book be about?" "Me." She says. "A memoir. It's about my life but mostly how I stumbled into a man and fell inlove with him only to find out he was my blood brother. And also it will be like an exposè. I'll expose The Lane family for the horrible hypocrites they are!" Silence stretches between us for a moment. I sip the coffee slowly. Lana stares at me sharply. "Say something." "I don't think you'll like what I have to say."

She had been avoiding these paragraphs the exact way she had avoided every memory that cost her something over the last five years. She forced the breath through her lungs. She read. “The floor was a pharmacy bathroom on 5th and Mercer. November 2021. I was alone. I had been entirely alone for six weeks. I carried a check for five thousand dollars I refused to touch, a folded note I couldn't stop pocketing, and the explicit knowledge that the person I loved had decided, with great corporate precision, that I was not worth the cost of being seen. I sat on that linoleum for a long time. Then I stood up. I want to talk to you about what happens between the sitting and the standing. Because that

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"