A Little Thing Called Life Book Novels & Stories

I said. I walked in fully and placed the book on the table near them. Uncle James leaned forward slightly. Papa’s eyes stayed on me. “You wanted to know what the Gem of Life is,” I said. “It’s not a stone. Not a jewel. Not something you put in a crown.” Dada’s jaw tightened. “Then what is it?” “It’s a person.” Silence dropped heavy. Papa blinked. “Explain.” I opened the book and flipped to the marked pages.

His cane tapped softly against the marble. He stopped only a few feet away, his eyes searched my face, then my hands, then my feet, "What is this called?" My lips felt dry, "The Four Lives I Never Chose." He waited. I looked across the gardens, "The first girl grows up afraid of her own home. The second mistakes a cage for love," I swallowed, "The third finally finds someone worth loving... and never gets to keep him. And the last girl loses the only person who ever made her feel safe."

“You’ll be taking away a part of your life. You owe it to yourself to cherish your life, the good and the bad, the happy and sad.” I pressed my lips together and looked up. I didn't want to cry but I was already so close. I dabbed my eye and tried to blink severally. Mum scooted closer and hugged me, her chin resting on my shoulder. “You will not be fine today or tomorrow, but it will hurt less every day,” Mum said as she pulled back and held my chin. “You get over it on a random day,” Mum said. I smiled and nodded. Let the countdown to the random day begin.

The book on my lap fell to the ground. Alex picked it up and scanned the cover. "Human Biology." He arched a brow in my direction. "You can read?" The edges of my lips tilted at his question. "Yes, my mother taught me. She used to draw words and letters in the sand when I was younger. I had not seen a book until now, though. Mother often said the leaves were delicate and would tear apart in water. There were times when she said books were like life. Sometimes it took on a drop of disaster to tear our lives apart."

Stephanie’s POV I stood quietly in front of my locker trying to recall where I had kept my English language textbook when suddenly I heard a loud thud on my locker door. I was frightened but yes, I was also used to it. “Nerdy bitch” Stacy said to me rolling her eyes and walking away like she didn’t just almost give me a heart attack. I simply ignored and picked out the textbook that was hiding behind my Romance novel. Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover.

The band was formed from tiny diamonds arranged like intertwining flower branches, and at the center sat a smooth, luminous pearl that glowed softly in the sunlight. “Zoe,” he said quietly, “I know you’ve been hurt before, but I want to give you a future that feels safe. Will you marry me?” His voice was low and gentle, his eyes filled with sincerity and hope. I froze for a moment. Then, my vision blurred as tears welled up and spilled over. Nodding through my tears, I whispered, “I will.”

There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter. I opened to the first marked page. In Maverick’s handwriting, there was a note that read: “Does page 14 mean the data moves faster if you shorten the string? Let me know if I got that right.” I stared at the note, my heart feeling so light that I felt like a teenager again. I looked up at him, completely stunned. "Maverick... did you buy a coding textbook?"

in fact he loves it but it is something which hides her actual potential from the entire world. they both went towards a lake near and found a spot where no one was as Jude started singing "hard off course it is but not impossible so why do you wanna give up on yourself? gather yourself and prepare to run cause there are a lot of pages left blank. what you think is E. N.D is actually A.N.D. why you should consider if life not go easy on you. shake up, wake up the tiger inside you let life know you are not someone to mess with. all you need is to muster a little bit of courage.

"You were the one who found him and brought him back to me. In return, I'll let you film me." … [In the Next Life — Dec. 31, 2023, 9:00 PM — I Hope You Live a Long Life, Part One] "Where'd you get that?" I looked at the videotape William was holding and frowned. He gave it a little shake and smiled. "A good documentarian should know their subject." Then he popped the tape into the camcorder. The screen—an old TV left behind by the previous tenant—lit up. A girl in a pink dress with long hair leaned toward the camera.

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.