A Little Life Trigger Summary Novels & Stories

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

one of them said. I held on to that tiny bit of hope like it was a lifeline. I was ready to fight for it no matter how tough it would get. I was haunted by nightmares, night after night. When I woke up, my clothes were always drenched in sweat. It went on until one day, Eva handed me a folder, looking solemn. "Brina, you were right. Joanna really has a history with your parents." I opened the folder, and the first thing I saw was the heartbreaking photos of the car crash that took Mom and Dad. I brushed over the edges of the photos while the pain sliced deeper into my heart.

I thought as my eyes traveled up and I felt the little life I had in me leaving my body. What?! TBC

Then, he opened the flash drive I left behind and played the recordings. "You really think the Alpha would fall for someone as boring as you? I was never poisoned. I'm not dying. I made it all up. You'd be better off kneeling and begging me." It was Ruby's voice, dripping with malice and mockery. And then came my gentle, soft voice. "Caleb, if I'm no longer around, promise me you'll take care of yourself. Be happy." That was the final blow. Caleb collapsed to the ground, wailing in grief. After a moment, he wiped his tears away, a deadly calm settling into his eyes.

He moved through me like a man who had been given permission to be tender without caveats, and I answered in ways that made him laugh quietly between kisses. Afterwards, curled in the afterglow with the ring warm on my finger and the twins kicking like small, hopeful drums, I realized the real twist wasn’t in any single dramatic reveal. It was in the steady, multiplying smallness: a cupcake passed with a laugh, a photograph tucked into a collage, a question popped on a rug under fairy lights. Those small things, stitched together, had made a life we could stand in and call ours.

I thought as my eyes traveled up and I felt the little life I had in me leaving my body. What?! TBC

I didn't respond, instead I hesitated before pulling the trigger. I watched his body become limp, collapsing beneath its weight. I watched as the blood trickled out of the bullet wound in his head. You would think a bullet hole is bigger, wider, even maybe deeper; It's not. It's this small circle, this tiny circle that takes your life. Something so small is so significant. You could picture blood spilling from the hole yet instead it slowly trickled down the side of his temple before the droplets hit the floor. I stared at the little puddle of blood that was growing by the minute. You would think that taking someone's life is difficult; that it would affect your soul, your morals, and who yo

It’s my little way of giving back to the community I love living in. I hand Storm the first steaming mug. “I’m invading your privacy lately. I’m sorry, it’s just your screams…trigger me.” He sips the coffee as I stare at him. “It woke the others too, so they left for the gym while I offered to check on you.” “Why would my screaming force you guys out of bed? It’s just nightmares,” I say dismissively. I have my theories on why it might trigger him, but I’m going to wait him out to see if he will divulge it.

Gemma stood a short distance away, rain running down her face. I had never seen her look so broken. She held a dagger in one hand. She said, "Miles, I'm sorry. To you, to Zack, and to Grandma. I had someone send her home. I didn’t do anything to her. I know she’s family. Miles, I don’t expect you to ever forgive me in this life. If there is a next life, I hope I can make it up to you." Then, she drove the dagger into her heart.

"That was all just a dream, Sebby. I won't hurt you. Everything will get better once we return home, okay? I promise you." I shook my head, gently peeling off the ropes I had cut loose. Taking out the gun I had pilfered earlier during the chaos, I aimed it at her thigh and pulled the trigger without any hesitation. A loud bang rang out, yet she didn't even look at the leg I had shot. Not a single sound of pain escaped her either. Just then, tiny droplets of liquid pattered onto my face. It had started to rain again. Luna finally caught up to us and shielded me under her umbrella.