A Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

its a missing puzzle piece waiting to be found and when you do find it you can finally figure out the picture life has to show you. END!

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.

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.

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 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.

When we got home, I played the attentive partner and cooked Elise some pasta. She'd barely eaten over the past few days, and I needed to buck up on my "lifestyle services" now that my allowance had come through. A simple dish of spaghetti and meatballs made its grand entrance. Elise shot me a cool look. "I just gave you five million dollars, and this is what you're feeding me?" "The gourmet stuff will come later," I said with a smile.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

Alexander almost muttered sorry to her, his eyes softening but Darren broke the ice. "How are you feeling?" He asked looking at the girl. The girl smiled as she breathed a deep sigh. "I c-can b-breath properly." She croaked out feeling extremely light. Cherishing the feel of normal breathing. Alizey stared at the window beside feeling like a millennia has passed. The warm breeze swept across the room making a warm feeling envelop her. She can live again. She can breath again. Yet after all this she felt like a new life has been awarded to her. Like that to the branches of the spring trees, where the leaves born again after facing the harsh nature.