Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you don’t realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself. You are my destiny by Cinthia Largaespada (the best books of all time txt) 📖
- Author: Cinthia Largaespada
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My name is Mathew and this is my parent´s house. You never did answer my question… How do you feel?
Ah- ah I feel… better? Awww! I can tell she is confused and scared. Confuse because she feels the pull the same way I do… and scare because she doesn´t know me. I chuckled…
Do you? Really… because you don’t seem to be sure about that! WRONG! I could see she got upset by my laughter. I heard her think…
¨Who does he think he is by mucking me about my health after me in my family just had a car accident¨.
So I said… Hey, sorry… I didn’t mean to upset you. Is just well it was funny to see you thinking when I asked you how you felt. Really I didn’t mean to make you upset. Hoping she would stop feeling irritate towards me. I heard her think…
¨He is nice and he saved my life… I should be a bit more grateful. GOD! I´M A TERRIBLE PERSON¨.
Well… at least she doesn´t think I´m and imbecile without feelings anymore. And then she said…
No, I´m the one that should be sorry. After all… you saved my life. Is my family here as well? Can I see them?
And that´s when I had to tell her that she was the only one still alive when we found her… but I couldn’t tell her the whole truth. She was not ready for that yet. The only thing I could do right now was be there for her. When she started sobbing it broke my heart. I walked up to her and hugged her. I know she would be confused as to why she feels good when I touched her but I couldn’t care less in that moment. And when she asked me if I could stayed the night with her… my wolf was purring with joy to see that our mate wanted us… she wanted us for comfort.
I called her by her name… and I caught her thinking…
¨I wonder how he knows my name… maybe he found my phone? I don’t know but I´m too tired to try to figure it out… so I think I will wait to ask him how he knows my name. Mmm… maybe I told him…¨
I kissed her forehead and she felled into unconsciousness...
End of flashback!
I got out of the shower put my sweatpants on and jumped in my bed. I missed her, she asked me to stay with her tonight but I knew I wasn´t going to make it all night without claiming her if I stayed in her room all night. So I will just rest… waiting for my eyes to close… eventually they did…
ImprintPublication Date: 02-13-2014
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Dedication:
This is dedicated to my family who have been very supported to the idea of me writting a book, and for giving all the space needed while i was writting. Thank you All! Love, Cinthia
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