A Little Life Novels & Stories

Coming to this point, the man stop writing, look at her, and asked, "Now choose, what life do you wish to have?" Raizel thinked of it and asked herself, 'what are the things that lead to me and my family's death? Who caused it?'. It's not long before she find an answer, 'was it Chaster? No. My father? No. So was it me? I guess it's me. If only... If only I lived an Ordinary Life. Maybe we continue to live happy 'til today. That's right! Since it's a mistake to live a life beyond ordinary, then in my next life, I would like to live an Ordinary Life'

the most important person in his life. Lani almost gasped at the beauty of Scar's childhood home as she took off her helmet. The house was in solitude on a large plot of land far from the local town. Two-story, white, with flowers sprinkled around the outskirts, the home looked old but looked after. Lani could tell that a lot of love had been put into the home and that made her smile instantly. Dotted around the house, trees swayed nonchalantly to the soft summer breeze. The sun shone brighter here and placed a heavenly glow on the grass that encircling Scar's home.

“The little soothsayer will be with us too.” Jane lifted an eyebrow. “Do I get nuggets?” Jake cracked a smile despite everything. “Yeah, kid. You get nuggets.” Outside, the winter sun looked cleaner than it had any right to after a night like that. In the city, sirens still stitched and unstitched streets. In a studio somewhere, producers scrubbed audio. And in a small flat with a terrible name, three lives pivoted toward a place where old promises had once felt easy.

What I can't tell my mother I tell my grandmother because she is so much more understandable and she is always of good advice. Our life is worth what it cost us in effort. What is life? A delirium. What is life? A shadow, an illusion, and the greatest of goods are hardly counted. Yes, all of life is a dream, and dreams themselves, what are they? Dream!We are all resigned to death; it is to life that we cannot resign ourselves to, the root of the problem is that humans stop at the superficial side of what is life, I know it and I feel it there ' has a lot more than that, and I want to live it, I want to live happy days, when I see other people laughing out loud and going out, having relations

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.

Jeremy ordered immediately as his butt touched his chair. Adrian loved forward and projected the pictures of the three females. "This is Lily the daughter of the seamstress and Mira, the Hunter's daughter and Jasmine, the photographer's daughter. These three are the same age and they are twelve years old, '' he said. Everyone was silent for a while before Jeremy spoke. "If they are that young, they've not shifted to their wolf form?" He asked and they nodded. " Jeremy thought for a while what they did be using a werewolf that has shifted to do. He didn't want to think that it would be a psychopath that would want to molest a pup.

After I unzipped the compressed file, I played the video. In a church that had seen better days, a young man, looking to be about 18, was playing an old piano. The sunlight streaming in illuminated his bleached shirt, causing him to almost glow. The clean, innocent vibe he gave off was like a breath of fresh air, a gentle spring breeze caressing one lightly. Despite only half her face being visible, it was clear from Sylvia's profile that she was smiling gently. Her gaze was also full of adoration as she lost herself in the soothing music.

Little does he know that it wasn’t a secret to me. I laughed wickedly, stepping on the gas as I drove to the tiny house farther from town. Better be in here, Lorenzo, and I might just spare your life. I parked my car, stepping out of the vehicle. I scanned my environment, my eyes darkened as it fell on a figure. Weren’t the heavens working in my favor? Lorenzo was seated right outside the hut with his head thrown back. A smile crept on my lips, reaching for my gun from the back.

Hardin chuckled. "Don't call him that ever," Clara warned angrily. She was locked up in here because of them, when she got to the last step, she looked around carefully. It was a small bedroom, who would live in a fridge? Was this like a hideout of what? There was a bowl of fruits on the small table next to the bed, there was a wardrobe at the corner and a door which is suspect would lead to the bathroom, the only thing missing in here was a window, how could one breathe in here.

Brooklyn asked. Turning away from Kendall, he said, “It’s a short piece about a man looking back on his life as he is dying.” “Wow, that sounds interesting,” Addy said. “I think it sounds a bit depressing,” Shea said, frowning. Brooklyn nudged her and said, “I think that sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ll have to let you know when the festival is and get you some tickets if you’d like to see it,” he offered.