A Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

the voice on the other end agreed, a hint of malice creeping in. Ruth Slice finally smiled, satisfaction spreading across her face as she imagined Sylvia Luke’s downfall. Hmph, just watch how Brother Stephan will divorce you, she thought, a thrill of vindictiveness coursing through her. I don’t believe he won’t divorce you with your reputation in tatters. With a final, triumphant smirk, Ruth Slice hung up. Meanwhile, Sylvia Luke felt a wave of unease wash over her as she processed Ruth Slice’s words. She logged into her social media account, her heart racing. The world felt like it was closing in around her as she navigated to Ruth Slice’s profile, where she found her latest post.

So I plant a bug in his phone at night when he goes to sleep. Next morning he get up and goes to bathroom to get ready for office ,he also take his phone with him. Well it's not new who do that everyday. I get up and goes to kitchen to make breakfast for the family. He came down and start to have breakfast and goes to office. Veer pov. Everything is seems under control now. We'll I have a girlfriend, not one through. I know I also have a wife. Honestly speaking I love my wife very much she's a perfect woman with a hourglass figure and innocent face. But I want a spice in my life.

I held the picture in my mind, so real I could smell it. “Make me a sandwich,” I whispered through my drool. Claire twitched. Her tongue traced along her bottom lip. She slowly turned towards the table overflowing with food and picked up a knife. There was a giant loaf of bread, round like a large cake. With swift strikes she had two slices. She piled a range of items onto one slice and then placed the second slice on top. She cut it in two and picked up one overflowing half.

Hu​man things. I‌ could do this. Make a sa⁠ndwich. Eat it. Go back upstairs. Simp⁠le. I found a kn‍ife in the drawer.⁠ Started slicing the bread. The blade slipped. ​ S⁠liced‌ right across my palm. Deep. Too deep. "Shit."‍ I dropped the‍ knife. Grabbed a towel. P‌ressed it against my‍ hand. Blood soake​d throug‌h im⁠media​tely. Too much⁠ blood​. Way​ too much.

Life went on. ***

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

I don't know why I didn't even blink and started while saying that while his mouth is parted. "Oh, and in addition, you get frustrated because you feel like your efforts have gone to waste. According to a fiction I have read which genre is a slice of life when it's the girl who asked for it while she's drunk and you gave in, it will result to some sort of quarrel between lovers," I innocently looked at him. "Is that where this conversation heading?" He massaged the bridge of his nose. "Damn, I didn't realize that reading too many fictional stories can make someone think this way," He mumbled.

Between moving abroad, building a new life, and raising Marcello through fevers and hospital nights, birthdays had become insignificant dates on a calendar. This… was the first real celebration in a long while. She raised her eyes and held the plate out with both hands. “So,” she said gently, “the first slice is yours.” Alexander reached for it. At the last second, Ava tilted her wrists ever so slightly. The slice leaned precariously toward him. Almost slipping. But his reflexes were quicker. His palm covered hers, steadying the plate with calm precision. “Nice try,” he murmured under his breath. Ava’s lips curved.

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.

She would never go back to that, but they were grown now and she had the right to go out for a picnic and enjoy herself! “What is your problem, Sean! I didn’t intentionally upset any of you. I just got back from a life-altering event! Jack understands what I’ve been through. Have you ever been on the brink of death like that. On the side of a mountain, clinging to life? This can’t be equated to drug addiction!” Though she herself had thought them similar when she was trying to survive.