A Life Well Lived Novels & Stories

"Kid? Oh, he's the Harris family's golden boy, alright. He knew his stepmom was the black sheep, and that he could be as mean as he wanted to her without anyone batting an eye. "And so your darling son, when Emma was at her lowest, shattered her will to hang on." "I had no idea, I swear I didn't know she was ill, that those goldfish were so important to her," Chester sobbed uncontrollably. "How could you be clueless?" I snapped, staring him down. "Weren't you aware of her life with the Harrises? She was called Mrs. Harris, but no one gave her the time of day, cared about how she felt. Even the fancy clothes and jewels in the closets were just for show, on loan to make her look the part.

After all these years, the gesture was still simple. Still chosen. Still enough. Before going inside, I paused to look across the quiet land one last time. The woman who once walked away from a marriage with nothing had believed she was stepping into uncertainty. She hadn’t known she was stepping into her life. Not the empire. Not the headlines. Not even the legacy. Just life. And life—fully lived—was the greatest empire anyone could ever build. The wind moved gently through the fields. The stars burned steadily above. And the woman who once fought so hard simply to stand—

As Oscar moved through Clara's room, identifying each item and explaining where it had come from, the sisters followed behind him and checked for themselves. They had their own ways of verifying his claims. After a few minutes, they exchanged glances. A heavy weight had settled in each of their chests. What was life? Reaching great heights, achieving something lasting, contributing to the country and society? Yes, all of that mattered, but not everyone could attain those heights. An ordinary person who kept a household running, cared for their parents, raised their children well, and treated others with kindness had already succeeded. That, too, was a life well lived

‘I am now reading the second book you sent me, your favorite, Tuesday with Morrie by Mich Albom. Irina: ‘Oh yeah, that’s one of the best.’ I said and lifted a fork to my mouth. ‘Learn from it by heart, the book tells you about time and death and other things in between. It’ll tell you simple and priceless things in life,’ I added. ‘It goes like, we live not just to make a living but to really live life, and have no regrets when death comes to us,’ I said and put down the fork to the small white porcelain plate. ‘Morrie teaches us to love and be human.’

“And I don’t want to need some cosmic purpose to justify my existence. I don’t want to be someone who only matters because I’m doing something big and important.” I pulled Lyra closer. "I just want to be a wolf. A mate. Fatherhood, hopefully fatherhood one day. A grandfather who shares embarrassing stories. A memory my grandchildren share. Something little and real and entirely mundane.” Now Lyra had tears falling silently down her face. But she was listening. Really listening. “I want to die knowing that I lived well,” I said. "Not perfectly. Not heroically. Just well. With purpose and connection and love. And I want you to take that forward. To be the Guardian who recalls that immortality

Reminiscing the past, he sadly smiled at the book he was holding - feeling the roughness of the cover and softly whispered the title of the book "My Life from now on," He said those words because it's the title of the book. That's the title because he's the one who created the book. It was his biography from the moment he entered the dukedom, then again he remembered that night where he was saved by the two people he respected so much that he was willing to give up his life. But to his regret, he wasn't able to protect them when the time had come to make them apart from the world

So beautifully, perfectly real. This was my life. My family. My legacy. And I’d treasure every moment. Every day. Every breath. For however long I had left. Because this? This was worth everything. Worth living for. Worth fighting for. Worth celebrating with my whole heart. Now and forever. Always and completely. This was home. This was love. This was life. And it was perfect. Absolutely, wonderfully, miraculously perfect. Exactly as it should be. Exactly as it would remain. Forever.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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"

“Castor, you truly are the best.” “Are Oreos one of your cravings?” Christian asks. “I don’t have any cravings.” “Oreos and coffee are Livie’s guilty pleasures.” Castor sounds tired and I take him in again and notice the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled appearance. “Castor sit down and eat some with me. Alpha I think we are done here. I haven’t seen my friend in a long time and the time in your dungeon didn’t suit him.” “I’m didn’t torture him or anything he was fed and just stayed down there.”

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.”