A Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

GIANNA Sometimes I'm afraid to be as happy as I am. I think it's a fluke, an anomaly, and that someday something's going to go wrong, and it'll all be snatched away from me again. I find myself lying still in bed some mornings, waiting for the fog to clear, so I'm sure it's not a lingering dream but reality and then somedays like a child, I wanna pinch myself because my life has become too good to be true.

Lani often wondered what Scar was doing, if he missed her. "Hey, I get it! But, I also know you, Lani. You're a strong girl and I know that you'll be okay, you just have to give it a little time..." "Yeah, I know... thanks, Blake." "Don't mention it," he smiles before settling a bacon sandwich on the table in front of her, "Now, eat or I'll force it down your neck, you have a big day today!" "Yeah... I was actually just thinking about watching rom-coms all day whilst I drown in my sorrows..." she admitted as she took a bite out of her food.

There were no words inside—just a single blade of wolfgrass, pressed flat and blackened with age. It reminded me of the moonlit forest, where I'd pledged my love to Leon when we were young. Under the ancient tree, we were just young wolves who had exchanged vows of lifelong love, enveloped in the pure moonlight and the scent of one another. Time passed since then, and what was lost could never be gained back. I held the withered blade in my palm. A sudden breeze through the car window caught it and blew it away. Kane and Sean leaned in close, huddling next to me.

Suddenly, Ji A stabbed Hyun Joo with a sharp knife. Bo Ra screamed. All the pedestrians startled by the Ji A’s activity. Why did she stab him? Is he alive?

How she has gone through surgery and now has a short life span of one to two years. Her friends were bewildered by her confession and tried to comfort her. They reassured her and made her realize that if there is life, there is still hope. Doctors can only try their best to save human lives, but only the Almighty can do and undo. They told her to pray and hope for the best. To them, a chicken that hasn't died can still eat grains, which implies that Grace can still live longer than the speculated time. Anything is possible as God is involved, but it seems their thoughts did not rally with that of Grace.

I just regained my senses when I saw my husband, Kyle Cromer, sitting beside me with a bottle of water in his hand. "You've been asleep for a while, Sylvia. Here, have some water," he said, unscrewing the cap before offering it to me. In the past, I might have been touched by his thoughtfulness. But now that I experienced death and just got a second chance at life, I questioned everything. When I was eight months pregnant in my past life, Kyle abruptly insisted on taking me back to his hometown to give birth. He claimed his mother could take care of me and forced me onto a high-speed train that would take seven to eight hours.

One of the things that makes life such a shitty game, is the random set of rules that are almost always unpredictable. When you're at your usual state of tolerable misery, and something comes to add to the turbulence, you have no choice but to throw the towel. "Pa—pardon me," the troubling turbulence walks in. "Is this the Aid Club..?"

Chapter 68 The Islands Sam walks in with several boxes of pizza, the atmosphere is filled with laughter and chatter. I beam with joy, surrounded by my loved ones. Sophia hangs up her call with her mom and joins them, handing out slices of pizza. The aroma of melted cheese and fresh toppings fills the air, making everyone's mouth water.

The bread sat on our kitchen table, a simple, rustic loaf dusted with flour; it looked entirely out of place in our world of tactical gear, burner phones, and survival kits. I sliced into it, the crust crackling satisfyingly under the blade, and the smell of yeast and warmth filled the small room. Silas watched me from across the table; he hadn't taken his eyes off the loaf since we brought it inside. "It’s just food," I said, offering him a slice. "It’s not poisoned; it’s not bugged; it’s not a test."

SLADE Pain. The kind of pain that made it hard for me to breath. Pain that made my heart throb, It felt like a hot knife slicing nonstop through my skin. I’d never felt anything like it. Of all the blows life has dealt me in the past, this has to be the worst, and trust me, I’ve had to deal with a lot of things throughout my lifetime. My mistakes have come back to haunt me in the worst way possible.