Who Really Am I Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t. I needed answers. Even if it meant tearing down everything Jude had built around me. Even if it meant becoming something I didn’t understand yet. Even if it meant losing the last bit of peace I had left. I took a deep breath. Tomorrow, I’d find a way. To get out. To find him. To finally ask the question that haunted me most: Who am I really?

“What are they like?” I explained everything about the dreams, the mysterious woman, the strange feelings. When I finished, Debby’s expression darkened. She seemed deep in thought, like she knew something she wasn’t saying. “It hurts, Debby. Everything hurts so much. And not knowing who I really am? That hurts the most.” She sighed, her shoulders heavy with the weight of a decision. “That’s why I have to tell you the truth, Cara. What you ‘really’are.” I looked up at her, confused. “What… what am I?”

“What just happened should tell you already.” I looked around nervously. I was scared but I did not want him to know that. “So why do you want to leave?” He asked me “Do you have a good life and a good boyfriend where you’re coming from.” “I am not who everyone thinks I am.” I said “Okay then. Who are you?” He asked me with curiousity in his face. I looked elsewhere. “Look I am just not some savior or whatever everyone thinks. I don’t know what you guys want from me.” I said

"What do you mean people don't know who you really are?" Harley pushes herself up onto the counter, swinging her legs. Like she doesn't have a care in the world. Which I guess she doesn't. No one mistakes who she is. If I were to ask anyone who knows her, they would say Harley Walker's completely sure of herself and not to be messed with. They would mention her soft heart that doesn't always get put on display, and they would all say she would be family over everything. All of which is true. "Well?" She looks at me expectantly. "What do you mean?"

Castelle’s ghost haunted his body, Kareen’s words haunted his heart, and the question festering in his mind was one he dared not voice: “Who am I really?”

I looked at him and sighed. "Caspian, just leave. I'll never remember you." Caspian was stunned and looked up at me as he asked, "Lydia, what are you talking about?" "I forgot about you, not because my inner wolf wasn't awakened, but because it had been awakened long ago." Caspian stared wide-eyed at me in disbelief. "This… This is impossible! If your inner wolf had been awakened, why couldn't you remember me?" "Because I'm completely disappointed in you." My words hit Caspian like a thunderbolt.

"Aria, I... I've wondered about your powers, but I never imagined..." "I know," I said softly, placing a hand on his arm. "Neither did I. But it's true." He looked at me, his eyes searching mine for something-perhaps reassurance, perhaps understanding. "What do you plan to do now?" he asked. I hesitated for a moment, thinking about the question that had been troubling me for weeks. "I need to find out who I am," I said quietly. "The other part of me. Who I really am. Before my father sold me into slavery, before all of this... I need to know where I came from."

“You are not one of us but it feels good, kissing you I mean.” I was about to answer when suddenly, he held my chin and pressed them hard. The smile that once disguised as a blooming spring has vanished. When the tail of his mouth soared into a grin, I felt like seeing the door to hell opened. "Who are you, really?” I clenched my fists real hard until I could feel the pain on my palms. ‘That is a question that I’ve been asking to myself.’ Who am I? Why am I different from normal people?

I had used the NHS back home, I could wait forever (and usually had to). “WHAT...” she began at full volume, and then thought better of it. “...what do you want?” “I want to know who you are, for a start.” “I AM... I am the heart that beats. The centre that holds.” Honestly, why do people think it sounds cool to be mysterious and enigmatic. “Yes, yes, that sounds very impressive. Are you one of the old gods? Like Joshaya?” The glowing eyes narrowed. “Joshaya... Where is that one?”

Confusion washed over me as I tried to comprehend the meaning behind his statement. "Then what am I?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. Roger's gaze softened, and he took a deep breath before answering. "You're something far more extraordinary, Regina." My mind raced with curiosity as I awaited his explanation, desperate to uncover the truth about my identity. The weight of his words hung in the air, fueling my desire to discover the depths of my hidden potential.