A Life Well Lived Novels & Stories

"Dicky, you're the only one I have left on this earth from now on. You'll always stay by Mommy's side, won't you?" "Of course I will," Richard promised. No matter how tough the going got, she could find the willpower to live on as long as she had Richard. She would live on well. 'So, John, is this the life without regrets that you wanted?!'

PART 1 THE TRAVELLER Not all those who wander are lost ~ J.R.R. Tolkien. Jan 17, 2065 "Someone said, 'Immortality is to live your life doing good things and leaving your mark behind', didn't they? What better way to bring life to people if not through this, this handwork of mine. He pondered as he paced up and down his office. Imagine a life where everyone could be given a second chance living all heathy.

He smirks and squints his eye at me, making me roll my eyes and turn to face him. "Sophie, your turn. You can both take turns doing one each." I stand and begin to read out loud. "It is impossible to live a pleasant life without living wisely and well and justly, and it is impossible to live wisely and well and justly without living a pleasant life. . . - Epicurus" I clear my throat and look at Logan giving him a cheeky smile. I nod, waiting on his next guess. Mrs. McGee clears her throat and stands in front of the whiteboard with arms crossed. "Very well, Logan? Go ahead."

Determination to live a better life. *** THE END

To an average individual, living right begins in a good home. But, to those whose eyes has seen the depth of oceans and whose head have journeyed in the wildest forests, living right is just living right. Man grows and adjusts to life as it comes, they say. It is the sole truth. It is truth in circles. It is life as it is. "I love you, Grace." He stated confidently. "Stop it, please. I can't do this." "Look at me, Grace"

“Livie I need you to switch them back on.” Her eyes snap to mine. “Wilder, I don’t think I can. For once I feel nothing, nothing, no pain, no sadness. Nothing.” “You also don’t feel happiness and love. The happiness of being with your pack and your family. The love of your family and pack. You are going to miss out on more good than bad this way. You will never laugh again like really laugh that sound that makes the pack come alive. I know you are hurting now but this will pass.”

I stated. “It’s our life,” he whispered. “Do you want to move to Los Angeles?” I asked, chuckling. He pulled away. “ I have a little house there, but I couldn’t go,” he explained. “It’s not a problem! We will give you a ride. Please, come with us!” I begged. “No, sweetheart, I can’t.” He chuckled again. “Why?” “This is my life! I have never lived in other way. This is my destination in life to be here, collect clocks and sometimes save lives.”

SHAWNA'S POV: Life has always been cruel to me, I have lost all those who were once close to my heart. Standing here all alone. Well, they say, nobody's life is perfect and neither is that they are perfect... But guess that is how life is, like me. I am not perfect or either my life is, for me, life is now a mystery. It is always in suspense what the next morning bring for me?... LIFE... the four-letter word... it's amusing how tiny and simple it looks, but when we see it closely, it is a big wide world. It would take another novel to write it all about.

Death cut her off,his voice dripping with suppressed annoyance. Death regarded her silently for a long moment. “You’ve grown… but reckless as ever,” he said. “I expected nothing less.” Ruth swallowed, fear and respect mingling in her chest. “I… I am grateful,” she said softly. “For keeping me alive. For giving me… purpose.” Death’s shadow shifted near the window. “The purpose is yours to honor, Ruth. Never forget it.” Before she could answer, the door creaked. Lewiston stepped in. His presence filled the room, dark, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!