Who Really Am I Novels & Stories

The question echoes, a mantra of uncertainty reverberating through my consciousness. Continuously, relentlessly. A realization dawns, one as illuminating as the brightest star. The truth unfurls—a realization woven into my very core. I am no one. A nameless wanderer, an enigma spun from cosmic threads, seeking purpose among the celestial tapestry.

Is that why he's curious about who I am? But how will I find out? I didn't know who I was either. I only know who I am: Amara Brooks. What exactly am I? What...are my ties to Alpha Greyson's past?

he waved a hand over my person, “an act?” “Is who I saw last night the real you?” he gasped, his eyes trembling as he searched my face, as if trying to peer behind my skin, my skull. I stared at him. “I am who you know me to be,” I said thickly. “Nobody.” He jolted. I smiled. “I am nobody, Adrian. I’m an architect, a business owner, a son. Your contracted professional.” I touched his cheek lightly. “You don’t know me. You don’t need to. Don’t waste your time on a nobody.”

“That’s not who you are.” “So who am I?” I asked. “Sometimes I don’t know. I know surface things. I’m really smart and I’m attractive and I like drugs. But what about other things? Will I be patient enough with our children? Will I be supportive and loving in all the right ways? Will I be able to comfort them?”

My body stiffened as a result of the thought that ran through my mind. No! It can't be. Does it something to do with me? Is it possible that someone knows who I really am? Is that why they're going after people who mean a lot to me? But the question is, who? Damn! This thing is driving me insane! I know I'm sometimes careless with my actions, but I've always made sure that all of my work is clean. That I leave no trace of my true identity. Urrrgh fuck this! Pavi's voice finally yanked me back from my reverie.

"Then I need to tell you what I learned. About who I really am." Concern flickered across his features. "What do you mean?"

I didn't have the energy to run anymore. “What if I never find out who I really am?” I asked quietly, the vulnerability in my voice raw and unguarded. “What if I’m just... lost?” Visaris looked at me for a long moment. If he felt sorry for me like one would for a lost puppy, I couldn't tell. He finally spoke, his voice soft but resolute. “You are not lost, Roisin. You are standing here, before me, alive and whole. Whatever the truth of your past may be, it does not define who you are now. You must decide what path you wish to walk.”

But the ache in my chest wouldn’t go away. “What if he’s right, though?” The words slipped out before I could swallow them down. “What if I really am just… that girl? The overweight one. The joke.” Mariah leaned forward, her eyes fierce. “Then you change the story. You stop letting his words define you. You start deciding who you are, instead of letting Noah Carter or anyone else do it for you.” Her words sank into me, heavy and sharp. Decide who I am. It sounded impossible.

It was whether, when he finally caught me, he'd realize he wasn't the hunter at all. The elevator's hum was steady, almost hypnotic, carrying me down from Lawrence's glass kingdom in the sky. My reflection in the mirrored walls smiled back at me, perfectly composed, but beneath it the pulse of memory pressed harder than the wine in my veins. Who am I? Why am I here? He asked the wrong question, but if he'd asked the right one, he wouldn't have been ready for the answer. Because Jana Salazar wasn't born. She was made.

"If you don’t love me… then who is it? Who’s making you feel like this?" The question stings more than I expect, but I answer it anyway, because it’s the truth. "It’s not about anyone else, Claire," I say. "It’s about me, it’s about figuring out who I am, what I want. And the truth is, I’ve met someone who makes me feel like I can be myself. Someone who sees me for who I really am, not just as the guy they want me to be." She doesn’t say anything at first. She just looks at me, her face filled with disbelief and hurt. I can see the tears welling up in her eyes, but I can’t look away. I can’t take back what I’ve said.