Who Really Am I Novels & Stories

"Oh no I have a meeting with a new client. I have to quickly take a shower." FAST FORWARD Stella entered her company and was greeted by her secretary. "Good morning ma'am, please the investors are waiting for you." " I hope I'm not late for the meeting?" "No ma'am they just came. " They entered the room and behold there sat a very handsome and cute guy and also well dressed but also having this strange aura that Stella couldn't figure out who he really is. "I can see you like what you're seeing but I'm not here to be admired by you and your secretary, so let's get to business." David said arrogantly and Stella scoffed," Hmmph, he's cute but very arrogant and proud" Stella said inwardly. "Alr

"Perfect, first of all and to start with this session, I would like to know who Juliette is." "Who am I?" I ask, confused. "Yes, I want to know how you identify or see yourself," he prompts me. "Who are you as a person?" Who am I, how do I see myself? Questions I've never asked myself before, and I have no idea what the answer is. "Ah, I am..." I try to formulate, trying to say something coherent, but the answer doesn't come. "I don't know." "You don't know?" "I just...right now I don't know who I am," I admit. "All I know is that this isn't me. I can't even describe myself, I have no idea who the person I've become is."

"But... this isn’t what I want. I don’t want anything that has to do with this, and I don’t understand anymore.” “Phoenix,” Hosea’s voice came gently and her gaze held mine intently. “This is who you truly are. What is happening is a discovery. You are discovering who you truly are. The real question is, "Are you ready?” I swallow hard. “Who am I?” I ask Talia, but she's silent. I feel the weight of her hands settled in me, and as I wanted to respond, a knock sounded on the door of the room. It is harsh and sends us both jolting. I fix my gaze on where the sound is coming from as Hosea stands up, and she has in her face a quiet concern.

and after he heard the answer, he asked another question: “Who do you think I am...?” quotes the actor and adds, “Of course, this wise man knew who he was and had no doubts about it, but he wanted to know what impression he was making on the people around him and, if, his friends had their own opinion or were being influenced by the opinion of the majority.”, he concludes, explaining. “I understand, it makes a lot of sense...”, she says, after a few seconds reflecting on what he said. “I don't know what I am... after all, none of us know exactly who we are... we need one or several “mirrors” to see ourselves.

Instead, it made me feel solid—like I truly existed. “Any idea why you feel quiet or calm?” he asked after a pause. I took a moment to think. “I think... I’m just not trying so hard today,” I replied honestly. “I’m not trying to be something I’m not.” “That's a good thing,” he affirmed. I managed a small smile. “It’s a strange feeling, though. Like I don’t really know who I am when I'm not putting on a show.” Lane put down his pen and leaned back a bit in his chair.

"The real you." She blew out. "Excuse me?" "For months," he thought, "you let everyone else define you. A victim. A criminal. A survivor." His eyes held hers, hard. "But this? This fire?" He touched her, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, his stroke light as a feather but hot. "This is who you really are." She pushed his hand away. "You don't know me." Kc sneered, unfazed. "Don't I?"

And they were staring at me, reading through me, testing me but his hands remained gentle on my shoulders as if they were steadying me and assuring me that no matter what happened, I wouldn’t fall because he was holding me. “Whatever bullshit you heard from others in the past, get it off your head because those people don’t know the real you. You are not the weak little lamb they think you are. You are not a girl. You are a woman. And you are a wolf. Fierce, beautiful, undaunting, and strong. You are not lost. You are on your way to the path meant for you. Now, say it. Who are you?” “I’m a wolf,” I replied in a low voice.

When I get up in the morning everyday, the first thing I do is look at myself in the mirror and calmly remind me That I am Jaselle Green because that identity doesn't exist to anyone here. To them all, I am Sofia. I am being called Sofia and I'm addressed as Sofia. After having to live in her shadow every single day, I have to remind myself of who I am because I alone can preserve the Reality of who I truly am. I hate this life. I hate it here. But I can't leave. I can't risk loosing my life. And my Mom? I know I always thought she was bugging me when she shows up at my apartment time and again but I would give anything to have her walk through this door right now.

"And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am," Do you know who I am, Quel? I was once your girl. Do you know who I am, Zein? I am your mother, baby. You came from my womb, my little angel. "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming, Or the moment of truth in your lies,"

They'd been the ones to wire me the money for our excursion, not my mother or her husband. For four years I was able to live a life free of anyone’s expectations but my own. I created the perfect persona with real personal edges. I put away the ghosts from the past and discovered what life had to offer. Though Alex was different than Alexandria, I sometimes wondered if either one was really me. Who am I?