A Beloved Existence Novels & Stories

The wife can choose, but the mother and father only have one. A marriage will not be happy if both people are not blessed by their loved ones. “Why? Why so? Emily… you… you know better than anyone, you know how much I love you.” He put his hands on the table and looked painfully into her eyes. “Love needs to come from both sides. When I stop loving someone, I realize that love is not as valuable as I thought. Don't you see that I live better and happier without you by my side?” Kevin's hands gripped the table even tighter. His head bowed, and tears fell like rain, each drop continuously falling onto the smooth wooden table, his shoulders kept shaking and then, he burst into tears like an aba

Best resort was to stick to the shadows and try not to draw any attention towards yourself. The sun slowly began to sink into the sky as I slowly ate my meal. Emma would occasionally wander from behind the door, gentle gaze studying my lone form and red lips stretched wide in a motherly smile. Her concern for me was heartwarming. Reminding me that I had another slice of pie waiting if I desired. Asking I needed another scoop of ice cream to my diminishing bowl of chocolate frozen treat. Swapping my empty glass of soda with a freshly filled one without a moment's hesitation. Her attention and affection was addicting.

Joan felt a sharp pain in chest. A pat on Joan's shoulder as a form of encouragement from his friend. “Everything will pass, the most important thing is that you still believe! If it's important to you, then keep it. You have to be stronger to protect what you think is valuable.” With Joan's current condition, he admits that feels weak, but losing Lynd and letting her go to be with other men will never be Joan's choice not at all. ***

It was her war song and her lullaby; it was the echo of her soul telling the world: "I am here, I am alive, and I choose love." And it is with this conviction that Isabella, alongside Christian and all those who make up the vibrant fabric of her existence, embraces the gift of each new day. Because, even under the weight of adversities that sometimes seem relentless, existence reveals itself as a precious gift. Life, with its countless twists and turns, teaches that each dawn brings with it the promise of renewal and the possibility of finding beauty in the simplest manifestations of everyday life.

"I'm sorry, Shelly. I won't waste another decade of your life." The edge of his shirt fluttered through my fingers as he fell. Screams sounded from below. In the end, Xavier still jumped off the building. The day he was buried, the sunlight was harsh and glaring. I suddenly remembered something I'd heard from someone. "Only when you replace rotten soil can fresh flowers bloom again."

"Are you sick? Should I take you to the hospital for a check-up?" Charlotte looked at him, a man she considered one of the few decent people in this world. She didn't use sign language this time, opting instead to type out a long message on her phone. "I won't lie to you. I am sick. When I die, I'll need you to help me with one thing—cremate my body and scatter my ashes in the sea. I hate this world, but I have no choice but to stay in it for now…" Jim froze, the weight of her words sinking in. He hadn't expected the young woman before him, whom he remembered as radiant and full of life at twenty, to be facing the end.

Her posture remained upright, and her gaze never left the food in front of her. Despite her condition, Fel seemed to take great pleasure in the simple act of eating. Miranda couldn't help but admire the young girl's resilience in the face of her illness. The food seemed to provide a brief respite from Fel's troubled mind, and her composure never faltered. Miranda could sense a deep sadness in Fel's eyes, but she also saw a glimmer of hope, as though the young girl was holding onto a dream that would see her through her illness. As Fel finished the last bite of food, Miranda noticed that her face had taken on a serene expression, as though the meal had given her some measure of peace. It was

Rex glanced at her when she said that. Not because he disagreed. Because he understood how radical that idea was in a place like this. The void responded slowly. “To ‘be’ without resolution…” A pause. “That is unfamiliar.” The elderly woman finally spoke again. “That’s existence.” Silence. That word hung differently than before. Existence. Not becoming. Not ending. Just… being present long enough to witness itself. The void shifted slightly. “I will attempt this state.” Astra blinked. “That sounds like trying a new skill,” she said.

I exclaimed. Rosalyn laughed at my excitement. “Those are seahorses, they have them in the Mundane Realm, I loved them so much that I recreated them here.” “You’ve been to the human realm?” I asked. “Many times, it’s one of my favourite places to visit. You would be amazed at what those mortal beings are capable of, and they have the cutest land and sea animals.” I wondered what it was like to have the freedom to travel from realm to realm, to experience all there was in this vast system of universes.

I remarked. “I don’t want anything exaggerated, just say things simply. The way they are” I said to Great Alune. She was seated when I got to the lobby. It was still dawn, so we didn’t use the usual place. “I didn’t see anything, Beloved Alpha”, she uttered and bowed. “I could have your head on a plate, you dare not lie to me.” “I’m sorry Beloved Alpha, all I see is doom”