Hi! I am writing my first novel and wanted some feedback.
preview of a random chapter:
"I tell myself he’s impossible, selfish, egoistic—but there’s a flicker, a quiet whisper inside me: maybe he’s not exactly what he says he is. Maybe all those walls, the harsh words, the relentless defiance… it’s a story he doesn’t tell, a reason he doesn’t show. And something in me—some instinct buried deep—wants to know it.
I know he deserves better. I know he deserves someone who sees through the armor, someone who won’t flinch at the sharp edges. And maybe, subconsciously, my mind decided that someone could be me. Not because I want to fix him—that sounds like a hero story from a cheesy movie—but because a part of me believes I could belong in his story, quietly, where he doesn’t have to perform, doesn’t have to be always on guard.
And that’s terrifying. Because I also know I deserve better. I know I shouldn’t be drawn to impossible. I know he’s chaos, and I’m craving peace. But even knowing that, my mind keeps circling, keeps imagining—a soft hand reaching the rough corners, a quiet smile behind the scowl, and somehow, in my head, I’m the one standing there.
Maybe it’s the version of him that doesn’t exist… but maybe it’s the version I want to see, and somehow, my heart is already living in that story.I tell myself he’s impossible, selfish, egoistic—but there’s a flicker, a quiet whisper inside me: maybe he’s not exactly what he says he is. Maybe all those walls, the harsh words, the relentless defiance… it’s a story he doesn’t tell, a reason he doesn’t show. And something in me—some instinct buried deep—wants to know it.
I know he deserves better. I know he deserves someone who sees through the armor, someone who won’t flinch at the sharp edges. And maybe, subconsciously, my mind decided that someone could be me. Not because I want to fix him—that sounds like a hero story from a cheesy movie—but because a part of me believes I could belong in his story, quietly, where he doesn’t have to perform, doesn’t have to be always on guard.
And that’s terrifying. Because I also know I deserve better. I know I shouldn’t be drawn to impossible. I know he’s chaos, and I’m craving peace. But even knowing that, my mind keeps circling, keeps imagining—a soft hand reaching the rough corners, a quiet smile behind the scowl, and somehow, in my head, I’m the one standing there.
Maybe it’s the version of him that doesn’t exist… but maybe it’s the version I want to see, and somehow,
my heart is already living in that story.
Check out Lost in Chapters on Tapas. https://tapas.io/series/Lost-in-chapterss heart is already living in that story."
