Novel & Cerita The Half Of It: A Memoir

~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 __________

“You’ve survived worse reactions than a few opinions. This time, you’re in control of the story. That’s the difference.” I smiled, feeling my heart warm. “You’re right.” “I usually am,” he teased, earning a soft laugh from me. Weeks turned into months, and the memoir took shape—fifteen chapters, a prologue, and an ending that still didn’t feel final enough. I called it Unraveling Grace. It wasn’t about perfection or redemption. It was about being real. About the way we fall apart and piece ourselves back together. About love that hurts and heals at the same time.

Haliyah spoke out of blue while she pushed me a little. "Uhmmm... Nothing. It's just that it is hard for me to forget my parent's death," I answered truthfully as a smile lightened my face when my mom and dad flashed inside my head. "You know that we will always be with you, right? Because we are sisters. And sisters don't leave each other," Haliyah answered ensuring me. Haliyah has always been a warm-hearted woman, she could be a light to anyone, just by being with them for a short period of time.

~MELISSA~ I could still remember it, when I just started reading the book, each time Isabella mentioned her other half, I thought she was referring to Desmond. But after finishing it, I came to realize that the 'other half' was not her lover but her sister who had passed away at birth. Well, it looked like that sister was me. Everything else had begun to make sense as I read back to the things she said about being separated at birth and how much of the other things she wrote to me.

Amid cheers, Michael stepped onto the stage, his voice steady and cool. "Last year, I got into an accident and lost my sight completely. I'd like to thank someone. Because of her careful care, I was able to recover so quickly. "Thank you, Ms. Goodwin." My heart pounded as I listened, trying to keep my face calm. The spotlight landed straight on Audrey. She lifted her chin and gave a shy, blushing smile. "I'm your nurse. Taking care of you was my duty." Michael's lips curled into a smile—the kind that looked dangerous.

I stammered, losing my stamina. "A decree was passed by your grandfather that the half-breed child be killed. At that time my father was the pack's chief commander in army and my mother was heavily pregnant to be due in a few weeks". She paused, taking in a deep breath. I took some steps back as she slowly walked towards me, sheer pains in her eyes.

She nodded. “Yes.” I pulled my hand back slowly. “So I just live with this?” I asked. “With half a life?” “With peace,” she said. “For a little longer.” I stood up. “I told you I almost died last night,” I said. “Because of memories I don’t understand.” Her face crumpled. “I know,” she said. “And I hate myself for it.” I turned toward the window. The sky outside was grey. London grey. Heavy and quiet.

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play

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