Unbecoming Book Novels & Stories

The painless abortion did not hurt at all. The moment the anesthetic took effect and I was laid on the operating table, exhaustion pulled me under. Within seconds, I slipped into a heavy, dreamless sleep. Just before consciousness faded completely, I heard the doctor sigh. "She looks so glamorous on the surface, but she's actually pitiful." A nurse let out a dismissive laugh. "Pitiful? What's there to pity? The person who isn't loved in a marriage is the real mistress. Annie stole Lilian's love. She's getting exactly what she deserves."

This book is not only about a person who was able to remain human after all that people have done, but it is about the fact that people are still not ready for kindness. They are not ready for generosity, because once you give something to them, they immediately become greedy and don't appreciate it at all, until they lose it all. They are not ready for understanding. After all, if someone understands them, they will think that someone is trying to control them. They are not ready for kindness, because if they see kindness, they immediately get lost and want to turn it into something to talk about and laugh about. They are not ready for love, which can be endless. After all, if love is happ

Aidan I sit patiently in the library for the girl from the gardens and hope she arrives. I have no idea what happened back there. What she read, it touched me. It was like no drug I have ever had and I want more. There was something about her too. She was mysterious and cunning but not in a bad way. The kind of person I didn't feel weird crying in front of. Why did I cry? That's not like me.

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

Inside the Archive, the shelves moved with my breath. I passed by a book bound in velvet dusk. Its title: The First Time You Chose Softness Over Safety. Another: How You Loved When No One Was Looking. I reached for a third. It burned with light before revealing its name: What You Became When You Stopped Trying to Be Understood. I wept then—not from pain, but from reunion. The guide touched my shoulder. “There’s one more,” they said. They led me to a door I hadn’t noticed.

There's no telling what else is actually out there. I missed being blissfully unaware. I missed being a normal person. I never believed in destiny like what you read in fantasy stories. Even after I changed, it still wasn't something I put much stock in. I ran my hand through my hair, and glanced up at the clock. It was time to begin. After the lecture was done, Vivian stuck around. It wasn't surprising. I could tell by her body language and the giddy look on her face that she was itching to talk to me.

"Honey, what happened the other day was my fault. I'm actually on medication now. The doctor said that getting pregnant would be bad for both me and the baby, which is why I took my anger out on you." I furrowed my brow and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?" She took a deep breath. "Honey, you've always been curious about why I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, right? Well, it's actually because of this illness as well." I stared at her, and she continued, "When I was young, my uncle abused me. That time of my life was like a nightmare. It made me feel inferior. I didn't dare to tell anyone about it, about how intimacy repelled me. I even wanted to have a sexless marriage. When I confessed it

Devon said. Back in the living room, Angela was still admiring the artefacts in the living room. It was also helping to deal with the boredom she was feeling sitting alone in the living room. She walked towards a book shelve and started going through the titles of he books. Her gaze fell on a particular book and she decided to pull it out of the shelves. The books fell to the left covering the space created by the removal of the book. Angela's eyes fell on something hiding behind the books. Her curiosity got the better of her and she picked it up. Her eyes widened seeing it was an artefact. She stared at the artefact with a sense of familiarity. She examined the artefact and read the initial

she said coldly and bothered. "Yes Miss Grey" she replied. I walked out and the other's were looking disappointed when they heard the news. I walked slowly behind them and rode the elevator together. I can't believe I'm just going be a damn PA to that woman. By the looks and attitude of her, I could tell she's rude, moody and cocky. Well at least I'll be busy working no time to think and cried about Alex or reminder of that night with that stranger. I think I'm going to be sick just by remembering sleeping with a stranger. What if he has STDs or anything? Yuck!!!!

It's kind of like when people in the food industry clink their glasses together and then down onto the bar before they take the shot. "It's my turn, right?" Sammy asks Jenny and Kate with a smile on her face. "You know it!" Jenny responds almost immediately "Hhmm, let me see." Sammy mumbles out loud..... "OK... When I want it, I want it AWFULLY bad.... And when I don't get it, It makes me very MAD.... And when I do get it, it makes me feel like the Greek Goddess Athena,...Now don't get me wrong,... So take your head out the GUTTER, It's not about SEX, I'm talking about.......