We Re Two Halves Of A Whole Idiot Novels & Stories

I told him freely. “What else?” he asked. “I sometimes hear a voice in my head, and it’s always so loud. It happens shortly before my episode begins, and it started when I got here.” “That’s your other half speaking to you. It’s nothing strange,” he mentioned. “My other half? My boyfriend has always been my other half,” I cooed. “You’re wrong. Each of us here has our other half, even Beta Tobias and Selene. We often give in to our other half under the full moon.”

I will not burn the house. There is a part of me that wants to be cruel enough to celebrate that she is gone. That part is small and loud and I feed it silence until it shuts up. I do not want him grieving and I do not want him empty. I want him whole. Whole means both of us or none of us or some third thing I do not have a word for yet. Whole means I do not get to choose how the Moon apologized for all the years She gave us only one ending. Whole means I stand here with my jealousy in one hand and my duty in the other and I do not drop either because one is me and the other is us.

I have ruined my own image with my two hands! How could I have been so dumb? Fuck!

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

Usually he would have cut it in half, but wanted her to have the whole and not the half. “ the whole and not the half, my sweet girl.” he said, and raised the apple to her mouth. She held his gaze for a moment and reached for the apple. “ the whole and not the half.” he repeated, “ that’s what i want with Aine. that’s all i want with Aine.” he heaved out a breath and thought for a moment about his encounter with Rhoda that afternoon. What had she said, About not making any promises?

Dark Kael’s voice wrapped around me like silk and chain. “But it is the version of you who never lied to himself.” “I am not that.” “You are half of that,” he said. “And I am the rest.” The Revenant lifted a hand. Shadows twisted like serpents. “Reunite. Become whole. Rule.” “I will not join him.” “You will,” the Revenant whispered. “When she kneels.”

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.

“These grow under the full moon. I thought they were... kinda perfect for you.” They are. It’s all perfect. Both of them are. I look at both of them; my two mates, my chaos and my calm, my pain and my peace and I can’t help the grin that splits across my face. “You’re both idiots,” I say. “But you’re my idiots.” Arc raises an eyebrow. “So which one of us are you going with?” I step back into the house, motioning for them to follow. “Both. Obviously.” They look at each other again, stunned.

As I stood there, frozen in shock, my sister began to circle around me, her eyes never leaving mine. "We were meant to be together, Ana," she said, her voice low and husky. "We were meant to rule together." I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "What are you talking about?" I demanded. "We're twins, but that doesn't mean we're automatically allies." My sister laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, but it does," she said. "You see, Ana, we're not just twins. We're two halves of the same whole. And together, we can achieve greatness."

“The day we joined the gang, we were dead, man. Ain’t got no turning back.” “We dead, huh?” Half-evil drew a long breath. “You know, Rory just turned three last week. She’s the cutest, man.” He softly chuckled. “She’d tryna feed herself with the spoon but she’d flick it and food would be all over her face. My wife wouldn’t stop taking pictures of her messy face, man. They’re the cutest, man.” He drew another long breath. “I want Rory to grow up into a fine lady, man. I know she will. I know this is too late but I wanted to be a dad she can be proud of, man.” He softly chuckled. “I messed up, man. I messed up bad, but I wanna redeem myself.”