A Little Life Review Novels & Stories

21: Piecing All Together (1.1) AT THAT SAME MOMENT, Lei was chilling on a monoblock chair with a book in his left hand. On the book's front cover, says "Life is meaningless" with a majestic bold and italic golden font. Despite the fact that there's dust and cobwebs hovered all around him, he was able to maintain an elegant and graceful demeanor. On his face, was a slight, relaxing smile.

[It's twenty degrees below zero in Northreach. The male lead was afraid the heroine would be cold, so he took off his coat and put it around her. So sweet!] [Holy crap, this is the original novel's love-confession scene for the male lead and heroine!] [Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!] The camera in my hand suddenly fell to the ground. "Ms. Linton? Are you okay?" Lucas walked over. "I'm... I'm fine." I crouched to pick up the camera, but my fingers shook so badly I had to try twice before I could hold it.

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.

She looked at it, and her indifferent expression instantly changed into shock. "Miles, why is my assistant saying that Zack had died three years ago?"

The elite world as i knew it was full of pretentious no good doers, who were solely after their own benefit. A melancholic thought crossed my mind. In three months time, it would be my parents death anniversary, and the marking of the day i said goodbye to Elian Dunst for good. I turned my gaze on Mr. Brex, something about him made me feel a sense of mutuality, like he knew exactly what it felt to have something you loved disappear. i felt like knowing exactly who he could be behind the walls he had built would become my ultimate escape. I guessed it was really about what his walls were made of that would matter.

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.

I had made my new home in a quaint southern town, taking up residence in a cozy little courtyard. I was sprawled on a wicker chair, soaking up the rare shade on a balmy summer afternoon. The town was a slice of heaven, picture-perfect all year round. I was toying with the idea of opening a flower shop. I never used to care for the frilly stuff like flowers, but three years as Mrs. Harris had somehow coaxed out a fondness for their charm.

If it was a competition, he didn’t stand a chance. “Oh,” Sabrina said softly, her voice tinged with realization over something Denzel said. She covered the phone’s receiver and turned to me on the bed. “What was the film about?” she asked, a hint of panic in her voice. “I don’t know,” I said lazily, still sprawled on the bed. It was a horror story with a romance subplot. I didn’t tell Sabrina that. Sabrina looked away, a little panicky. “I’m sorry, Denzel,” Sabrina said into the phone after uncovering it. “I honestly wasn’t watching. My life’s been a mess.”

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?

This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor. And that person's last name was Carver. After thanking the police, I left the station. On the way home, I remembered a weird phone call I'd gotten once. The number was unfamiliar, and all I could hear on the other end was muffled sobbing. I lifted my head and looked up at the blazing sun. Its warmth washed over me. "What do you feel like eating today, babe?" Julian asked, his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Anything you make will be perfect," I said.