A Little Life Plot Novels & Stories

I was, at thirty-five, exactly halfway between the beginning and the end of the first life without knowing it. She writes: In this life I am thirty-five with Clara at two and Ethan and the practice and the notebooks — eight of them full, the ninth underway — and Buenos Aires done and the Scottish distillery beginning and the work continuing the way the best work continues: not toward a destination but deeper into the practice.

she speaks with determination and then softens her gaze at the sight of me looking so dejected, “honey, it won't be for long. Pinky promise” We put our little fingers together and I give a small smile. “Pinky promise” “It's going to be okay," he reminds me and I hesitate, but I nod but say nothing. A few hours later I am discharged and given a wheelchair to go out, which I don't see the need for, but I still don't object and allow mom to take me in the chair. She goes on and on about what we are going to do today, go to a coffee shop, eat cheesecake with a cappuccino. Which cheers me up a bit, I love cheesecake.

What the hell are you saying? I was already gasping for breathe. "The drink....I heard....i heard...outside.....room...the drink......it...it....was.....poi.... My heart ceased before I could say another word and the next thing I knew my world had gone blank. The last thing I felt was my body crashing against the ground. Lance's POV I sat outside the hospital ward, my hands clasped in front of me as they anchored on my knees. It had been a few minutes since we arrived now and we hadn't heard anything from the doctors yet. I bit my lips in annoyance.

Finally, it landed on the small, curled-up figure in the corner. It was Melody! How could this be? We had clearly been in contact every day these past few days, and Hope said Melody was at her parents' house, with all three of them keeping her safe! "Surprised, aren't you? As long as a person doesn't care about living, a lot of things become simple. Hunter, I've endured 20 years of pain. It's now time for you to have a taste of it!" The aged voice sounded like a demon.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

“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…

It was a mesmerizing sight, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. "Happy Birthday, Rhianne," the drones spelled out the words in neat rows, and the car fell into silence. Today was also Rhianne's birthday. We were born on the same day and mistakenly switched at birth. With this knowledge, they still chose to give me nothing. "Ms. Shaw, isn't it your birthday too?" asked the driver in a stupor as it dawned on him. I lifted my phone and snapped a photo of the scene before me. "It doesn't matter. Let's go."

Every one of his debts was tracked down, and everything in his name was frozen. No one knew where they had gone. Our old place became a target. An angry mob showed up at the door, yelling curses at the empty house and vandalizing it. Joanna's disappearance took me by surprise. I never expected her to vanish just as the police were about to move in. I never imagined she'd stay hidden for five whole years. Five years brought huge changes. My leg healed so well that I could walk without anyone noticing a limp. My pinky never fully healed, but it didn't bother me anymore.

That woman still lived inside her, but she wasn’t steering anymore. Jack came back, holding Nora’s handmade family scrapbook. He handed it to Elena. She flipped to the back page, added another photo—a snapshot from their beach trip last month. All five of them in the frame, blurry with motion and joy. Sand in their hair. Laughter frozen in time. Beneath it, she wrote in looping script: This is what it means to build a life. Not perfect. Not painless. But ours. Lila came out just then, barefoot and sleepy-eyed. "Mom?"

Anthony had come back to life too. He confessed, "In our previous life, I didn't marry you, it was Holly. Your parents claimed she was my savior, but I just couldn't warm up to her. That's why, when the time came to move on, I asked to be sent to the coldest, most remote outpost, hoping to get away from her. Sure enough, she couldn't stand the bleakness of the frontier and hightailed it back to Riverton in no time.