A Little Life Novels & Stories

Let's go" He ordered and I stood up. "When we come face to face with people, I expect you to compose yourself. Your name is Lauren Dennis, you're a software engineer from a prestigious yet unknown family and you schooled in Hamilton University. You lived a sheltered life. Your hobbies are reading, writing and violin practice. Are we clear?

I could hear the faint sounds of the restaurant downstairs, the distant clatter of the kitchen, the muffled pulse of the city through the glass. I thought of Noah's breathing this morning. I thought of the medication I hadn't bought yet, and all the careful invisible architecture of my life that I had built so that one specific small boy would never have to feel what I felt the morning I walked away from everything I had. I had one secret that mattered. Everything else — the fire, the Voss name, my father's pride, what Nikolai thought of me — all of that was secondary. All of that I could survive.

Was I that much of a horrible person? Well, at least, my life was peaceful. I was living large, eating whatever I wanted, and buying the clothes I liked. It was a definition of the perfect life. But as everything began to fall in place for me, something really bad was going to follow. It was how my creator created me. Happiness was never meant to last in my life. ***** "Good morning, secretary Ellie." I greeted cheerfully. She was discussing with Lisa and seemed heartier than normal that morning.

Twaine's Point of View : I'm still restless because of what happened recently. Did Kyle see my naked body? "God! No!" I suddenly shouted here in my room. I hate those cockroaches, they ruined me. Why did I grow up afraid of just a little cockroach? Ugh! Kyle then saw my body. Yes, we're married, but even so! He shouldn’t have seen me naked. I am Twaine Isabelle Montenegro-Mendez, the little wife of Kyle. I am 17 years old and a 2nd-year college student.

With a gesture she invites me to sit down and I do it again when I put the chair back in its place. “It's normal the exaltation you just had. But I want to explain something to you, can I,” she asks a little cautiously and I nod, “perfect. Allie, you won't always have the power to decide what will happen to you, sometimes life can be cruel and decide for you but what you do decide is how to face the situation” I look at my hands in my lap with my eyes fixed on my feet, while I play with a small thread hanging from my blouse.

MRS. LITTLE WIFE MISSING In the school, Jade was busy and enjoying student life normally. While playing in the playground with her classmates, a woman in a school worker uniform approach her. "Hey, beautiful Jade girl!" the woman waving at here. Jade turned her head to look at the person who was talking for a few seconds then continue playing again, running after one of her classmate. The bell rang and all the students started walking toward the backdoor where they exited to the big playground. Each one went back to their designated classroom including Jade who was still giggling with her bestfriend classmate.

I avoided talking about Gemma tactfully because it always created a clash between my mum and me due to difference of opinion. Our car smoothly sped on the flat highway. I glanced out of the window and saw the orange melting into the blue sky. The faint cry of gulls and the sound of little gusts of wind rattling the car sent a mellow ripple through the quiet evening. As we drew near the main streets of the next town, we saw small heads with bronze arms and spindly legs frolicking on the pavement- their mindless mothers occupied in nugatory tittle-tattle.

At the far edge of the open field, past the stretch of luxury and artifice, a single bungalow stood quiet and apart. Unlike the rest of the event, which pulsed with quiet tension and glittering decor, the structure was unremarkably low, dark, and oddly humble for a gathering of this scale.

“What – what are you talking about!? Is that an option!?” “Oh, darling,” Life says, laughing and reaching to place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it fondly as she shakes her head. “Don’t you see? You’re my child – it’s not that easy to kill you, sweetheart. As it stands you’re only…” she screws her mouth to the side, looking for the words to explain it. “Just barely dead. Not actually dead. Not like the rest of them.” She shrugs like it’s completely simple. But the rest of us just stare at Life in complete and utter shock because…

"How old are you?" "i am turning 27 this year" "What's your favorite color?" "I like bright colors like yellow, purple,green" "Do you want to live in this house" "No" Suddenly hid eyes shot open and Jude swore she saw fear in them