A Little Thing Called Life Book Novels & Stories

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“Never judge a book by its cover. Having a coworker like her is seriously the biggest stain on my life.” I ignored everyone’s mocking comments and simply smiled as I escorted Elijah and his group out. After everything I went through in my previous life, words like these meant nothing to me anymore.

This is the story of a young man with a secret talent who plays good samaritan and finds himself at the center of a battle bigger than himself... but he won't be alone! At least that's part of the gist for now.😅 Now let's see how it goes… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook" which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did.

While tending to the cattle in the mountains, I would steal moments under a tree, nibbling on bread and washing it down with cold water as I read my books. It was nothing but work and study, and that was how I managed to get into a prestigious city university. My parents liked to brag, conveniently leaving out the part about my struggles, claiming that our family was just lucky and that I got into university by merely glancing at the textbooks. Holly took their words to heart, convinced she was a genius who could ace the university entrance just by cramming at the last minute. She clutched my workbook like it was a magic key to success, unaware that without putting in the hard work, she coul

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

If only I had known that Jane would come to him, I should have come to him first, for I have first known him, he belonged to me. ‘Believe, the simple little things of today might be the bigger things tomorrow. ’ she said and pulled a book from the bookshelf; Ikigai - The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, and handed the book to me. ‘Open it to whatever page,’ I then opened the book, page 66, the first thing I read was, Live an Unhurried Life. ‘What do you see?’ she asked. ‘It says, Live an Unhurried Life.’

Next week I will have another scan to check the baby’s growth. I wished with all my heart that everything would be fine. After a few minutes, I was leisurely walking down the streets, enjoying the warm sunlight and soft breeze. It felt refreshing. After walking for a while, I had no idea why I ended up slowing down in front of a bookstore. My gaze lingered on the display window for a moment, stopping at one specific book. “Little Bear Loves His Mama the Most.” The title of the book, with its light blue hardcover and beautiful illustrations, made me stare at it for a long time.

The book is called The First Life: What the Practice Earned and What the Practice Cost. She sends it to Clara first. Not Cristina — Cristina is at the coast, seventy-six, making ceramics with the precision of someone who has been at it for eleven years and has found the bowl she was always building toward. She sends it to Clara because Clara is the person who asked for it. Clara is the person who will read it first. Clara reads it over four days. Calls on the fifth morning. "The first movement," Clara says. "Yes," Valentina says. "You described her exactly. The woman who was not unhappy. The specific texture of a life that was adequate and knew it was adequate and had no language for wanting

There was only one way she could return which was the door, so I shut and bolted it which gave me some confidence on the task ahead. The book, as I had already examined was a thick volume, brown at the corners, indicating the age of the pages, I could easily backdate them to about sixteen years ago, around the time I was born. The cover had no caption, but on the inner leaf where the words in coarse writing: “The Life of Veronica” For her daughters Lettie and May.