A Story Of My Life Novels & Stories

"Girl if you got it flaunt it. Make the men work for it if they want it." Mackayla looked at the older woman "I don't deserve it. I am not pretty enough." Shelly gapped at her a moment or two. Then she scuffed."Honey you are a beautiful young woman and if the people in Wisconsin never told you that they are fools." "Oh everybody always said I was pretty and would go far I believed them for a long time. But soon enough I learned otherwise from a particular bad experience a couple of years ago." "Oh baby girl some people can be so cruel." She wrapped her strong arms the young woman. Mackayla actually welcomed the strength that surrounded her. Knowing how true that was. Do something she mouthed

Damn it. How can I contact Joy right now? I am sure she is waiting for me. "Dammit!" I facepalm as I sat down on the floor, leaning my back against the door. Closing my eyes, a drop of tears fell on my cheeks Why does my life need to be like this? Why can't I have my freedom? I just want to live like the other teen-ager out there. But seems the world doesn't want me to. Joy, Lady Marry, come and save me. I want to get out of here. I want to leave this house, this kind of life.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

Her blood and price on the slave market were higher this way. “We’ll get rid of the marks, I promise. Here, get dressed. There is food waiting for you.” After a few minutes, I tucked the girl into a clean, warm bed, handing her the food afterward. It consisted of simple porridge with fruits and tea. “Eat.” Making myself comfortable in a chair I watched her every move until she put the tray aside. “Good. Now, tell me, what is your name?” “Jo- Jocelyn.” she stuttered after some time, though I almost missed the sound.

I'm building myself and not letting anything to stop me. Hope never disappoint and with God I will achieve every of his plan and purpose for me. I still believe that this my Life tale will not end in sadness or heart break Time went by smoothly and joba hadn’t sent any message yet I was able to build my life back to how is was if not like before, I was doing much better compared to when joba had left me. His bride price was also returned but he still did not bother contacting me and I didn’t care what he thought of me. Relationship with my formal inlaws was intact and i hope it will always be like that.

I went through my highs and lows , with no one but God on my side – and honestly , I have fought through it all. Telling you guys , my readers , about my life has not been easy – some times it had gotten a little emotional and some times it even got a little painful. How ever , the need to tell and spread the word of what I had gone through was to great. Who knows , maybe by telling this story I could finally help a few women out who were going through the same. I want to show people that it is okay to be in a slump , it is okay to some times fall…but it is not okay to stay down.

My breath was getting heavy and my body was aching, and yet the light was still out of my reach, "Why do you keep moving?!" I shouted at the light and noticed it had stopped its movement, "You finally stopped? Why?" I asked myself before taking a step forward and watched the light move as well. "Please, I just want to go home!" I shouted as the light continued its torture game with me, "I want to go see Dime, I want to make it to graduation, I want to make it to be an author, and I want to make it in my career!" I cried as I let my body collapse onto the ground as my eyes cried rivers of tears,

'Where the sun doesn't shine by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme. This was a story of a tall dark girl who struggles to live in the year 1990's. Hindi gaanong maganda ang takbo ng buhay nito. She was even into drugs and all. A teardropping story that she had and blah blah blah.. I just love the part of how she'd survived from everything. At dahil sa gusto kong tapusin agad ang librong to, hindi na muna ako pumasok sa eskwela and just hid here.

It was an endeavor that aimed to illuminate the darkness of hardship with the radiant light of hope. Abigail, drawing on her background in writing, assumed the role of the storyteller. With a pen in hand and a heart filled with purpose, she began to document the intricate chapters of their journey. From the poignant moment when Sophia had been diagnosed with leukemia to the depths of love they had shared and the resilience that had emerged from the shadows, every nuance was carefully woven into the fabric of their narrative.

Most people's stories don't end up happily and I was one of those people. I was a living testimony. The books I was reading fed me with lies, they made me believe in fairytale love but it was not real. If only I was given a chance to write my story, I won't hesitate to go back on my word and end my story happily. I deserved it. Daisy said so.