A Little Life Book Novels & Stories

he shrugged with a little smile. “I suppose you’re right,” I nodded. “You know, sometimes I wonder. What if all of this is some crazy story and we’re all characters in the story that some author wrote. Our whole lives.. in one book,” Jared mused. “But isn’t it crazy that our lives could fit into one book?”

"They were the ones who changed. I'm the one who continues." --- The book was published in the fall. The House of Stories, it was called. A collection of fragments — memories, letters, imagined conversations — all of them about the women who had lived and loved in this house by the sea. The reviews were kind. Not universal — but kind. People recognized the honesty, the vulnerability, the refusal to let the past disappear. This is not a sequel, one critic wrote. It's a meditation. On love, on loss, on the small acts of staying that make a life.

On the day Dad made me draw lots to choose a wife, I was about to draw a number when comments started flashing past. [Don't do it! The whole thing is rigged. You’ll only end up married to a hideous woman and be stuck in a cold, heartless marriage alliance with the Wests!] [You’ll end up the target of enemies of the West family even before you marry their daughter. You’ll fall into their devious trap and get burned to ashes in a fire!] [Your childhood sweetheart Mindy Sullivan has a bark that’s worse than her bite. Her disdain and disregard is just a farce. She really loves you. Marrying her is the right move!] My hand froze in midair. I told my dad that I wanted to marry Mindy. On my

That, however, some of them looked crazy. Sherry, Lewis, and Jin! They knew that book. However, Nami was not and the rest. They haven't seen that book once! "This book was published by an Author named, Luis Juarez." He said. "Ah..." Sherry, Jin, and Lewis shake. "Why? Why must it appear again?" They asked themselves. They knew what is that book! They must because they have seen it! "Our book of life!" They called in their minds. They came from that book! They are just fiction made by an author's imagination!

I said. I walked in fully and placed the book on the table near them. Uncle James leaned forward slightly. Papa’s eyes stayed on me. “You wanted to know what the Gem of Life is,” I said. “It’s not a stone. Not a jewel. Not something you put in a crown.” Dada’s jaw tightened. “Then what is it?” “It’s a person.” Silence dropped heavy. Papa blinked. “Explain.” I opened the book and flipped to the marked pages.

The queen asked, making herself home on the chair next to mine. I smiled sadly and handed her the book. “It's about a woman, or rather, the last few days of her life before she died from cancer.” “Sounds depressing, and yet so relatable. It's so funny how someone's life could be measured by what she did in her last days, as if she did not live a lifetime. I hope you won't mind lending me once you are finished.” She smiled and returned the book to me. “So, how are you? I heard about what happened last night.”

she said, her voice deeper, like distant waves, "do you remember the fire?" He stopped, looked at the sun, then at the book. "I remember... a dream," he said. "A market, a girl who saved the stars. But it was just a dream, right?" June scanned the park. Under a tree, she spotted an old man in a white apron, holding a wooden spoon. He tipped his hat and smiled. Gabe. Alive. Real. June turned back to the book, opening to the last page. The list of the dead was gone. In its place, a new list—a list called "The Living."

At the guesthouse, Terence woke with Wendy naked in his arms. Ryan was asleep on the cot beside them, his face slick with drool. This was supposed to be the perfect life he'd always dreamed of, and yet, he couldn't shake the unease gnawing at his heart. He thought back to two days ago, when I had come to tell him Ricky was missing. He felt something had slipped beyond his control, teetering on the brink of collapse. Just then, the warm, soft body in his arms began to stir, her fingers idly tracing his skin. When he met her glistening, inviting gaze, desire flared hot inside him.

She sat in the corner of her cell all day without sleep, murmuring to herself over and over that it was all her fault. "Zachary, I'm sorry… If there's a next life, I promise I'll make it up to you." Without thinking, I immediately responded, "That won't be necessary, Mom. I don't want to be your son in the next life." As if she could suddenly see me, Mom turned toward me and exclaimed, "Zachary, you came to visit me! I knew you couldn't bear to leave me." I was startled, but I tried speaking to her again.

Luna's Pov I wake up every day dreading that I'm still breathing. A few times a day I find myself thinking"How am I still alive"? This a question I never find the answer to but maybe because... I'm a useless fool... A coward... A slut... A bitch... A dumb whore... At least that's what he tells me. As an eighteen-year-old girl, I am extremely underdeveloped physically and mentally. I can tell from looking at other girls in my neighborhood they all looked healthy while I was a bag of bones.