We Re Two Halves Of A Whole Idiot Novels & Stories

"Jian, there is no us." My heart crumbles. I want to howl. The agony is unbearable. "Aren't you any good at math, Jian?" I know she wants to chide me into a fight and I try not to take the bait. "Don't you know that two halves make a whole? This guy, if this is really an imprint, could be my other half. He could make me whole. Who knows? He might even offer me love, a true soul mate, guaranteed never to leave me because the ancient legends say so. An unbreakable bond."

Now that I had a new boyfriend, I couldn't dwell on the past. I flashed a smile at Jonas who had been upset with me earlier because I had been ignoring him. I sweetly reached for his hand and cooed, "Babe, why the pout? Got something on your mind?" Jonas couldn't help but laugh. "Don't talk to them ever again. It's like talking to bricks." "Okay, okay," I said with a playful grin. He seemed to enjoy my antics as he nodded in satisfaction. I looked down at our interlocked hands.

Even if only half, I am a predator. Looking upwards at my apartment, I'm glad I have plans tonight. If I were inside all night, I could see myself drinking too much. That more than instant healing might be what saves me. The keys fumble, mimicking arthritis. I drop them again and again. Finally, I grasp them hard. It takes forever to get the door open.

…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."

"You two are polar opposites, I'm telling you. You're the Mercury and she's the Neptune of the solar system. You two are light years apart." "Hey! You don't think I'm cute then?" I asked him, pushing my cheeks up with both of my hands, tilting my head to the side and pouting at him. "Stop it. I'm getting nausea here." Regaining my usual self, I rolled my eyes. "Of course, you're getting nauseous. Some galleons of beer you swallowed is gonna come out sooner or later. It'll only be a miracle if you don't end up spraying that half-digested coal of beer over your napkin."

Helen’s POV “I know that werewolves are always two parts to a whole.” I stared intensely at him while I laid out the framework for my question. “We have mates that are two parts of a pair. We have two sides to ourselves: a mortal and a woven one. We are all about dichotomies, but you are insisting that I am a dichotomy that can’t exist.”

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.

She smiles faintly. “You’re half right.” Dylan glances between us. “Anyone want to explain the evil twin situation?” The other Hailey tilts her head slightly. “I’m not your twin,” she says. “I’m your remainder.” The word lands like ice. Fragments of memory begin surfacing. When I fractured my original consciousness to become human… I believed I divided everything evenly. Emotion. Logic. Identity. But that wasn’t entirely true. I buried a part of myself outside the system.

she mused with amusement in her eyes. I rolled my eyes. “It isn't mine, but I am part of it, so why wouldn't I be comfortable.” I paused. “Oh, I get it, you must be jealous, an addition to the list of something I have that you don't.” Lilith chortled, “Stupidity?” “I think you got that covered, so I meant a place in both worlds.” I countered with a sarcastic smile. Lilith scoffed. “And you think I would want to be a half-human, half-wolf? You are just a pathetic weak creature, and I am everything but that.”

That added to his fading. “I am sorry, dad,” I said but I don’t know if he hears me. Seeing my dad makes me feel like a failure son and remembering what happened to Victor makes me feel like I am a failure angel. I mean half-breed. Half-human and half-angel, because I still have a human body but my spirit is an angel. If I got it right. If not, I don’t know what to call myself.