Two Halves Of A Whole Idiot Novels & Stories

’ I hit enter and see the words appear under the now much smaller first sentence. ‘Awe, how cute, actually you have this laptop connected to the same drive and email account as your phone. Thank you for the access. You have a lot of pictures on here. I never took you for the conceited type. I mean, idiotic, posh, dumb, annoying? Yeah? Conceited, no, not really.’ I smirk as I raise an eyebrow. ‘Idiotic and dumb are pretty much the same thing.’ ‘Hmm, one use of the word idiot doesn’t suffice for you. LOL’

“I have always been at the top of my classes since I was in kindergarten. Everyone calls me perfect, as aside from my handsome face and good build, I am also intelligent. So, no. I refuse being called an idiot.” “What you said made you sound an idiot, though.” Maverick frowned. He tried to remember everything he said that was worthy of being called an idiotic remark, but he hasn’t remembered any. And so he wanted to retort again, denying Ciel’s remark about him being an idiot, but before he could even open his mouth, the little omega spoke again while looking outside from the passenger seat’s window.

Emily jeered wild eyed. "Ronan's the mismatched half. The half you were supposed to marry. Well, it does have a nice ring to it, don't you think?" Jess pondered upon while Lizzy nodded at the comment and Anya simply blinked as it all came to her, all at once. At first she didn't quite comprehend with all the halves they were mentioning but then it occurred to her that twins were also called halves and couples were denoted as halves and that's the denomination her friends were making.

…I guess he's laughing at both of our names. "…Very well. How many so-called 'identities' do you have?" "Instead of identities… they are more like my halves." "Halves? Of you? This means... a total of three identities?" "If you put it that way. Also, I share their memories." "Tell me about them." "My first half, you could call him Lucifer Nightwalker and obviously, he's ten. He's a coward without a sense of pride nor ego. He gets depressed easily whenever he was getting yelled at, and he would always be ordered around like a slave, even if it's an unfair arrangement."

What was important, I was half a soul. Something about that hit me hard. My knees shook. I wasn't even a full person. I was half. I was partial. I was missing something. Anger flared up. And jealousy. I was jealous of Kira for having the brains. She had what was mine. Wait no. That wasn't it. She was me. She was my other half, not my twin, not my sister, she was me. I stood froze. I felt like my brain couldn't contain any more thoughts. I feel like I couldn't function. It was just... too big.

Yet the challenge didn’t intimidate me - it ignited something deep within me, a spark of determination that burned brighter with every passing moment. And then, as I turned the idea over in my mind, the pieces began to connect. It all made sense now. I was a hybrid, a being forged from two distinct halves - wolf and witch. To reach my full potential, I couldn’t treat those halves as separate entities. I had to bring them together, let them merge into one cohesive force. That was why I had always felt as though something was missing. I had been using them separately, keeping my wolf and my magic apart when they were meant to work in unison.

"I don't blame him though, we have exams tomorrow but he is parading everywhere trying to make me cry. Well what did I expect from a pampered only child? What did I expect from a genius that has an IQ of over 200? Of course he will be an arrogant prick, a bad boy that loves seeing me cry, the bad boy that loves making me cry, loves making my heart race, and loves making me think twice about myself. I feel like two different people. I hate the way you make me feel. Sometimes it makes me love him, sometimes he makes me hate him. I don't like this dual personality of mine, I don't like it at all, I just want it to all stop, I want everything to stop.

I gulped trying to hold back my tears, remembering how Half-Wit refused to recognise me, pretending to be a stupid stranger. "I met Half-Wit today," I mumbled. "That's good news right.. You should be happy.. Universe finally gave you for which you were manifesting." "I wanted to meet him, but not like this." I sobbed... "Ivanna.. Why are you crying, baby? Did he misbehave with you?" He grumbled... I wiped my tears and took a deep breath to calm myself before speaking. "I always had a feeling he's a creep, after all, he was hiding his identity." I shook my head negatively.

I stood up and copied the way he walks putting my hands in my imaginary pant pockets. "CaLl mE Mr. HaRDiNg! Because if you call me by my first name I will lose it and throw tantrums like a fucking three-year-old!" "I am the worst! I am a human version of period cramps" I was enjoying this. I went on a few more minutes, roasting him alone. "I'm the proof that God has a sense of humor!" "I think I was dropped on my head when I was a baby... No, no, I didn't just drop. I was thrown in the air, smacked by the ceiling fan, and tossed out of the window! That is why I have half a brain"