Me, Myself, And I: Radiance Series, #1

By Ilana Diallo

Me, Myself, and I is fantasy story of a young shapeshifter that leaves her family. She dares to defy the order and finds herself all alone until Paul arrives. Radiance is skeptical and so is he. As the two find themselves tangled in sheets. But, something more serious develops. But what about who they were? Will this be an obstacle. Ilana brings in a brilliant plot twist that keeps you thumbing through each page.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simply Inspired Words Publishing
• Release date: Jun 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393065135

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cover-image, Me Myself and I

Me,

Myself,

And I

Ilana Diallo

Copyright © 2019 Ilana Diallo

All rights reserved. Simply Inspired Words Publishing

ISBN: 9781072851110

ISBN- 13:9781072851110

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CONTENTS

1: Radiance

Flicking the switch on the wall to my left, I pursed my lips at the smallish, empty room that filled my vision. The sun sinking behind me cast my shadow long, and I stepped through the threshold on tired legs. Sniffing the air, some of the tension eased from my shoulders at the faint smell of detergent. Kicking the door shut behind me, my ears twitched at the clink of the mechanized lock, and the ensuing silence was deafening.

Goddess, I know I should care if they clean these things, but I really don’t. Dropping my backpack as I mumbled to myself, I flung myself face first onto the uncomfortable bed with a loud groan. The scent of the detergent plumed in the air above me, and a giggle escaped my chest. "Thank you, industrial load washer!"

Glad couldn’t begin to describe the emotion wrapping around my heart at the fact that these sheets didn’t smell like cum and vomit. Rolling around until I found a comfortable position, I flung my arm over my face to heave a massive sigh. This dinky, little motel was awesome; there was even a restaurant attached to it.

Clean sheets and food, what more could a girl want?

My stomach grumbled at the rhetorical question, and I pushed myself up to crawl towards the edge of the bed. Stretching long to reach my bag, I dumped everything out of it and tossed the pink and purple canvas back on the floor. Leaning back on my heels, my smile faltered as I took stock, and I picked out all my little rolls of clothes with tingling fingertips.

94, 104, 154— Counting out what pitiful amount of cash I had left, my relief turned to misery when I realized that somewhere, I’d splurged. I was short a whopping $10, but that was a lot for me, and I shoveled all of my change into a mountain in front of me. My brain ached behind my eyes as they narrowed into fine slits, but even all these quarters and dimes weren’t enough.

I should’ve never bought that shampoo, it didn’t even wash my hair right, it just smelled nice. Stupid nose, I should’ve never listened to you. But I needed scented shampoo, and it smelled the strongest. Ugh! Why can’t he just give up already?

The only answer to my frustrated question was a gurgle from inside me, and I wrapped a rubber band around my remaining bills. My lower back bristled against the deep seeded rage that invaded my spine, and my muscles tightened as I bent over the bed to grab my pack. Stuffing my clothes back in first, I glanced around the motel room for one of those little bags that lined uselessly small buckets.

When was the last time I ate something that didn’t come in a wrapper? Scrunching up my nose as I looked deep, I poured my change into the thin bag I’d snatched from the nightstand. I don’t even know. When was the last time I didn’t ask myself every question that popped into my head? Being alone has some freaky side effects.

Pausing what I was doing, I flopped my head back to stare at the ceiling. This was my punishment for not being a weak bitch. I was going coocoo. Nuts. Crazy. If this went on, I’d take in sad looking animals and start talking to them, too.

Because I was alone, and my brain wasn’t wired to handle it. A tiny worm of regret wriggling between my lungs, and I exhaled a gust that deflated my entire body. Living motel to motel between long treks, I could deal with that. But knowing I was going insane because I’d abandoned my pack, that’s too tragic.

Wolves needed to socialize with other wolves, and just because I was human half the time didn’t change that. Closing my eyes, I cursed my dad for being a walking piece of shit even as my heart ached to see him. For my entire life, I’d idolized him, strong, fair, and omniscient was he, until he wasn’t.

The bitterness that coated my tongue clung to the roof of my mouth, and I growled low as betrayal slathered my ribs like tar. My gums and jaw throbbed, and I tightened my grip on my backpack as I threw my legs over the side of the bed. Patting my back pocket for my keycard, I took a calming breath before shouldering my bag. The change inside gave a muffled clink, but it was overpowered by the burbling from my belly.

If my dad found me here, in Bumble Fuck Nowhere 3,000 miles from home, I’d just go with him, anyway. Running wouldn’t get me much farther, and I was so damn tired.

Sometimes, I wish I was a stupid human. This is all far too dramatic for my tastes. Licking my lips as I exited my room, I pulled up my hood to shield me from any unwanted eyes. Glancing around, my body thrummed with tension; even the 200 yard walk to the restaurant seemed farther than I knew it to be. I could hear the music seeping out of the place, for Goddess’ sake, and my worn sneakers hit the asphalt hard.

Only when I was past the front door