A Little Life Booktok Novels & Stories

The journey back from the Moon Light Pack was quiet….too quiet. Zoe sat in the passenger seat, her fingers lightly tracing the worn edges of the Book of Life resting in her lap. The road stretched endlessly ahead, but her mind was somewhere else entirely, lost in fragments, in whispers, in truths she wasn’t sure she was ready to face.

The pages flipped on their own, fast at first, then slower, until they stopped right in the middle of the book. Words began to glow. Not carved or written. Glowing. My breath caught in my throat as I read. “My little boy is all grown up…” The sentence shook me. There was a faint blur at the end of it, like the ink had been smeared by tears when it was written, and I swear my chest physically tightened. The next line appeared slowly, like it was being written in real time. “Victor… you need the Gem of Life to live.” My hands trembled. The writer is really is my mother. But…

If you're still reading this book I want to say thank you for even opening the book, also thank you for being patient and for reading up till now, that will be all for now. Please, go on with the book. *** AVA(yes you saw that right, little Ava's POV)

Namjoon had officially entered her AVOID AT ALL COST list. just as she moved her hand to type the bell rang. taking a sigh of relief she returned to her seat and grabbed her stuff before going straight to cafeteria taking her lunch she grabbed the furthermost table and sat there. taking a book out named "how to understand people with dark psychology" and continued reading it. She was so engrossed in reading that she didn't realize that 3 figures has taken seat at her table. only until the once loud cafeteria went silent did Jude not look up

Truly, I was sweating so bad and the air conditioner was on. I quickly wiped the sweat off my forehead but that wasn't helpful, not one bit. It all came back immediately. I was startled when I heard the bathroom door creak open slightly. I immediately turned to look at whoever it was and thankfully, it was just Belle. Please check out my new book on Goodnovel, my entry for the CEO and I contest, Matter of Wife and Death. to his personal elevator.

It looked small on the outside, but once you got in, it was like there was no end to it. ‘What’s this?’ I whispered into the dark, pointing my flashlights at it. The power had gone out about twenty minutes ago, ever since the storm started, leaving me to the safety of candlelight and my phone, which was already on five per cent. Great. I pulled aside the small black book, which looked both old and worn, with careful hands. With a frown, I flipped open the first page to see beautiful handwriting. ‘To whoever finds this, know that my death was not an accident….it was planned.’

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.

They matter more then anything. I hope you liked my book. Please leave me comments if you think something is wrong or want something explained in the next book. Thank you for all your support. I want to give thanks to the people who helpped me realise my dream. You know who you are. Thank you all.

Tony just hoped against hope that Dillon wouldn't feel guilty about all of it later. It had started to get late, so Tony let him pick out one more place. After a moment's thought he peered around and saw a Littman's Jewelers. He had apparently picked that store because it had the word 'lit' in it. Tony groaned at the horrible joke as they went inside. Millennials. Wait, wasn't he a Millennial too? If he was, he was a failure of one. Well, whatever Tony was, that didn't invalidate the fact that Dillon had a lot of bad jokes and puns. He was adorable though.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.