With All That I Am Novel Novels & Stories

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die." He stared at her, "How about now? Did I say it well?"

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.

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A permanent mark. I stared at my reflection in the steamy mirror, my eyes wide, dark. This was my new reality. Father Elias had merely opened a door. Michael had claimed the room. And I, Amelia, was caught between two men, both forbidden, both utterly dominant, both leaving their mark. I was a child, yet I felt profoundly, terrifyingly womanly. My life in this new house had just begun, irrevocably changed, irreversibly claimed. And as I stepped into the hot water, I knew I would never truly be clean again.

"I will in time show you the way, I will send my heart back to you" "Eliza! Don't go!" everything fades into nothingness as I drift back to reality, all I can feel in this moment is nothingness. Love, life, happiness...all gone. What is left over is only the seething hate I feel. If I have learned one thing through this darkest night, it is this, life can be a cruel bitch. My love I will hold you in my heart and face this world with wrath. I am reborn a vampire with a thirst for blood and vengeance, gone is the sweet man who led a private life. They have awoken the beast within me, and now the world will know my wrath.

Amari POV: Bored I walked into the dusty room and I did some cleaning up. Got rid of the cobwebs and opened the curtains to try to brighten up the place Tracing my fingers over all the books on the shelf one falls onto the floor landing on my feet and I jump back a little. Picking up the book it says Album. Aww this must have all his baby pictures Opening it I'm met with a picture of a girl. My heart stops. Underneath the picture, it reads Amanda Calvenski. Cause of death Untreated cancer.

Why do I feel disappointed. We begin eating . Everything deliciously made. The rest of the day , we spend it just like we used to. She doesn't make any move on me nor does she say any words. I don't know if this is the Amy I want or the other Amy. I wonder how this is going to go on. *** Hello, Good morning to you all. Hope you are all okay. Thanks so much for reading my book. Continue supporting me.

he said icily and she quickly dragged her gaze to the floor, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her shirt. "Now.." He muttered, staring into his glass of wine. "I'm only gonna ask you once. What're you doing in my room?" Kimberly's breath wavered as she fixed her gaze to the floor, racking her head for an appealing answer. At that moment, she totally forgot the alphabetical letters that she could use to compose a sentence. "If I have to repeat myself, you'll be sorry for it" he said in his usual cold tone. Kimberly slowly reached back and brought out her mobile phone that she had hidden at her back pocket.

Let It Burn Ayame Worn, torn, and exhausted from my day of shopping and reconciliation, it’s all I can do to make it to the midnight blue velvet before I drift away. Sleep is always a gamble. One I can choose to take most days, but tonight... every part of my body feels weighted. Leaden. Strange.

"If that’s what you want, Amaya, then enjoy it. I have better things to worry about” I turned my back on her, walking toward the exit with rigid, steady steps. As I pulled the heavy oak doors open I felt something heavy land painfully hard on my back. A novel fell to the ground and I turned to see my attacker, Amaya glaring at me, her chest heaving. “Amaya, did you just throw a book at……” “FUCK YOU, BANE”