Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

I just regained my senses when I saw my husband, Kyle Cromer, sitting beside me with a bottle of water in his hand. "You've been asleep for a while, Sylvia. Here, have some water," he said, unscrewing the cap before offering it to me. In the past, I might have been touched by his thoughtfulness. But now that I experienced death and just got a second chance at life, I questioned everything. When I was eight months pregnant in my past life, Kyle abruptly insisted on taking me back to his hometown to give birth. He claimed his mother could take care of me and forced me onto a high-speed train that would take seven to eight hours.

"Not bad, not bad." With everyone's approval, a radiant smile spread across Mrs. Wilson's face, causing her wrinkles to crinkle with joy. She lifted a milkshake in excitement and said, "Thanks to Zoe. If she hadn't suggested trying something new, we might have never made any changes in our lives. Come, let's raise our glasses to celebrate, cheers!" "Cheers! Here's to Slice of Life's prosperity and enduring success!" Everyone present raised their glasses, enthusiastically toasting to a bright future. The heartwarming scene brought tears to my eyes.

Pathetic. I raise my arms, blade poised high, cold steel gleaming beneath the flickering light. I scream as I drive the blade deep into his chest, feeling it slice through flesh, muscle, and bone. I feel the brittle snap of our withered bond breaking inside me like a dry twig, echoing in my ribs. I press the blade in harder, snarling into his wild, panicked eyes, forcing him to relive every pathetic moment of his pitiful life as it bleeds out of him.

As I reach for the milk, I notice the empty carton, a stark reminder of our meager existence. Undeterred, I rummage through the pantry, searching for any remnants of sustenance. A half-empty box of cereal and a few slices of stale bread catch my eye. With a sigh, I decide to make do with what little we have. I toast the bread, watching as it turns a golden brown, a small victory amidst the chaos that engulfs our lives.

she toasted, her voice filled with emotion. Everyone raised their glasses, clinking them together in a symbol of unity and hope. The rest of the evening passed with stories and laughter, the bonds between them growing stronger with every shared moment. The incident with the cut had already faded into a small, insignificant blip in an otherwise perfect night. Skylar looked around the table, feeling a deep sense of contentment. Life, with its unexpected twists and turns, had brought them all to this beautiful moment, and she couldn’t have been happier.

Her voice was all sugar. Before I could answer, Derrick cut in. "No need to thank her. It's her job." Molly teased. "Mr. Cromwell, she's your fiancée. Can't you talk to her a little nicer?" They sounded like the real couple. I let out a quiet laugh. Derrick—who used to freak out if I even glanced at his phone—now handed it to Molly like it was no big deal. And honestly? I felt weirdly calm. What used to feel like the end of the world suddenly felt... small.

"Ignore her. If she doesn't want to come out to eat, then let her starve. It would be even better if she starved to death. I'll just pretend that I never had a sister like her." I sneered inwardly. Unfortunately, things weren't going according to Scarlet's plan. While they gnawed on hard, dry bread outside my door, I happily enjoyed ribs and tacos, binge-watching the latest show on my phone, and finishing with cheesecake for dessert. I was genuinely having the time of my life. … I didn't know when it all began, but soon, the nights were no longer quiet and peaceful. I felt my heart run cold. At night, I could hear men wailing, women screaming, and children crying without end.

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

So I plant a bug in his phone at night when he goes to sleep. Next morning he get up and goes to bathroom to get ready for office ,he also take his phone with him. Well it's not new who do that everyday. I get up and goes to kitchen to make breakfast for the family. He came down and start to have breakfast and goes to office. Veer pov. Everything is seems under control now. We'll I have a girlfriend, not one through. I know I also have a wife. Honestly speaking I love my wife very much she's a perfect woman with a hourglass figure and innocent face. But I want a spice in my life.