The Other Half Book Novels & Stories

Henney breathed, trying to keep herself calm. Janine nodded. “What did you say to him?” Henney asked again. Janine looked at her. “Of course, I told him we couldn’t do it. I have a boyfriend.” She paused to sigh hard. “He knows that I have a boyfriend but he keeps on insisting that he’s fine being my other man.” She raked her fingers through her hair in frustration.

The other half was the problem: judging. Questioning. Analyzing. Poking. Doubting. If she could just quell that half of her then this could work. Really work. Where was her off switch? Her user’s manual? All she needed was the good half. The half that believed, that turned toward healing and tenderness and love in whatever form it took. Meanwhile, both halves needed a shower. She had another threesome in mind right now: her, Mr. Showerhead, and Bob, her battery-operated boyfriend. That was a threesome both halves of her could get behind.

She was to focused on her work to really think that this is what people were like when they met the other half of themselves. She went into her memories and remembered the stories her father had told her. How the gods thought humans could be too powerful with their two heads, four arms, and four legs. That they were the complete creature that could be totally happy because they were whole. So, the gods split them in half, one head, two arms, and two legs and only half of what they were. Doomed to search for their other half for their lifetime. Her sisters and brothers had thought the story to be just that a story, but the little girl with the considerable imagination could see it happening i

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."

Since the time they had done it, she had kept the guilt in her, not saying anything. And throughout this year, she was finally forgetting until the girl had to stumble on the oval border. She knew exactly how she looked, beautiful, having the same jawline and her surprised look exactly the same as Caitlyn when she found out that the whole priestess turned against her. And there was another, a werewolf there in the human world. That must be the person she was staying with all this while.

What the hell? To my greatest surprise, all I found in the box was a very big book. "Grimoire (A book of the spell)" Wow!!! This looks a bit creepy. I opened the book and found many ancient spells and rituals written in it which got me thinking... "Was my mother a witch?" I asked myself Days went by and all I did was go through the book. And one night, something in the woods called out to me. It was a female voice.

- because some strong girl like you deserves a better man like Jacob, someone that can do anything for you, it's your life to choose, so take your time and make your decision, and I promise you will always be happy for you, even you are so far from me What said made fill like I want to leave, but I don't want to, I want to stay with max, it's done to me, I'll follow my heart. My heart was already done choosing my path, so I decided to find Jacob, my journey is not done yet, I went outside of this community, outside of max's heart...

Her eyes are on him only, and a possessive snarl builds in my throat as I realize they were a romantic couple. "Nathan," she cries, and my insides twist from the pain in her voice. I glance at her dead companion to confirm he is dead. I feel a wave of happiness when I see and hear that he is. She is mine, and I hate the fact their scents are intermingled. His death will simplify things for me. I pick up my tiny mate just before she can touch his corpse and a sense of utter completion overtakes me. I have found my other half. I am holding her in my arms...My mate...a human...a human asking for death and ignoring every warning I have given her people.

For the 13th time, an AI-generated photo pops up on my feed, showing my best friend, Gwen Spalding, and my boyfriend, Andrew Gunnell, wrapped in each other's arms. Gwen's still a mess after getting dumped so suddenly, so I assume she's mixed Andrew up with someone else again. Then a comment stops me cold. "I was there. Joyce tried to brush it off before and claimed the picture was AI-generated, but let's see her deny this! Besides, look at them. A guy as hot as Andrew belongs with a knockout like Gwen. They look way better together." Attached to the comment is a candid photo of Gwen and Andrew wrapped in each other's arms, in the exact same pose as the picture on my feed. I screenshot t

“Mavis..oh Mavis, the fact that you sent your man to get me, it means that you are at the wit's end after all you are too proud to even lower your head in front of a halfling like me. One who used corpses to perform magic spells as means.” Mavis pursed her lips, she turned to look at the door where Matt stood and no sooner did she look at the door, than a book was thrown inside. When the book was thrown inside, Mavis pressed her foot on the book and then said, “This a book that has proven helpful for halflings like you, if you learn the spells and incantations of this book then you wouldn’t have to live in the graveyard.” The dark witch looked at the book though she hated Mavis who had looke