The Inner Work Novels & Stories

After a long moment, he simply said, "Get some rest. Don't overthink it." Then, he left for work.

"Mommy, don't listen to him! He's the one who appeared out of nowhere and started stealing all my nutrients! Now, he even wants to make you misunderstand me!" Lucky's voice rang out, so aggrieved and pitiful that it made my heart ache. I quickly patted my belly to comfort him. "Don't worry, Lucky. I won't believe in some random, unexplained voice!" I looked around, trying to find the source of the other voice, only for it to appear again. "Mom, stop looking. I'm Sunny, I'm right inside your belly!

When the new week started I tried to compose myself as possible. I tried not to come out physically looking like the mess I was deep inside. So I put on make up here and there to hide the sleepless nights and had energy drink or coffee every single day. It felt like shit but at least I was getting by. I went to work as always. Anzania on the other hand was the cutest, checking up on me here and there to make sure I was okay. Not pushing, but making sure I was okay.

Wanted. Then Shawn had come in, and all he’d been able to think was…Stay away. A haze of red had covered his vision. Mine. An instinctive, primal response. But the silver collar was doing its job. It was keeping the wolf in check. Holding back the beast. For now. The sinister whisper seemed to come from within him. His gaze swept over the agents. Patrick’s face was tense. He’d clenched his jaw, and the guy’s green gaze glittered.

Taking him far away from my mind so I could focus on my work. A few hours later, I'm back on my bed after a day of unproductivity. Nothing I did to get her off my mind seemed to work and to worsen the matter, I felt sick. My inner monster is trying to subdue me and it is such a hassle, sweat beading my face though I feel cold within. I was as cold as ice and even my breathing brought out frost. My teeth clattered hard, I don't want people to see me when I'm at my lowest, but only one thing seems to work.

She knew he was following behind, she was nearly drowning in his amazing scent. "What the hell do you mean my inner wolf? Like, there's a wolf living inside of me? I mean outside of me right now but ... Wait... Ugh!" Talia chuckled "No, your inner wolf isn't actually separate from you. It's not a whole other being, it's more like your instincts that you've always had that are able to come through so much more clearly. It's the inactive portion of your mind coming alive and influencing your actions. More primal. More tuned in to nature and life. Less thinky more do-ey."

It'll be too hard to fight back at this point. I watched her tears fall, drop by drop, onto the photo album. My heart ached. She closed the album and wiped her eyes dry. The next day, Mom appeared like a completely different person. She slipped into a sharp, professional suit and carried me in her arms. Looking straight at Joshua while he was eating breakfast, she said, "I've been stuck at home for years, and I'm bored. I'm going back to the office." He nearly choked on his milk. "You're going back? You haven't worked in years. What can you even do there?"

my inner voice, a manifestation of my instincts trying to protect me? I closed my eyes, shutting out the world around me, and allowed myself to delve deeper into this newfound revelation. In the recesses of my mind, a presence stirred—a primal force, fierce and loyal. It was as if a dormant part of me had awakened, a connection to the wild and untamed.

Aeden asked. “I mean that I look a little different than you. Your eyes are flat and you have no Core. And you’re full of little sacks of stuff and blood.” Lex explained. “Sacks of stuff? Do you mean my organs? And of course, I have blood. It’s my life force. And what’s a Core?” Aeden asked. “It’s what you would call a ‘ball of energy’ in the middle of my chest and it’s my life force. I guess blood would be what keeps my skin alive but I have no ‘organs’. I told you I’m different than you.” Said Lex.

", the wife intruduced them both. ,,What are your hobbys, buddy? Do you like any sports?" The husband was tall, muscular and seemed a bit addicted to sports and working out. The conversation is going ok and both of them are really friendly, but I can't really concentrate on anything thats said. ... After today I will most likely be gone to some other city and won't be thinking about this place anymore. How I spent 13 years in this place, saw social workers come and go, just like the kids would come and go.