Novel & Cerita A Story Of My Life

I had three days to turn my life around. "Harry Simone," I whispered to the empty room. "My story starts there." 1203

Earned and fought for and cherished. Below us, the city sleeps. Above us, stars shine in an endless sky. And here, in Jackson's arms, I have everything I ever needed. The stable girl who became a waitress who became a billionaire's wife who became so much more. The woman who lost her first love and found her true one. The mother who fought for her daughters and won. This is my story. This is my ending and it's not a good one. It’s the best.

The word “retreat” seemed to hang in the airless room, expanding to fill every molecule of space. A step backward. Not a lunge. Not a threat. A retreat. The foundation of my life, the story I had told myself, my husband, my son, the courts—the story that had allowed me to live with myself for forty-five years—crumbled into dust in the span of a single, shattering sentence.

I looked at the table and not at him because looking at him while saying this was going to cost more than I had available right now. “I am tired of the worst parts of my life being content. Of people reading about my father’s hospital bills and deciding something about who I am.” My voice was even but thin. The kind of evenness that was one thing away from not being even anymore. “I did not choose any of those months. I did not choose to be desperate. I did not choose to be Adrian’s ex or the woman in the back of a registry hall or the person with the unpayable bills.” I pressed my hands flat against the table. “I just survived them. And someone took the surviving and turned it into a story

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

Everyone was arrogant and was proud of what their family had earned for them, so they can live their lives, peacefully. In short, they all were rich brats in Sia's eyes and she wanted to keep away from them. She knew, she didn't belong to that world, where everything was money and money alone. She just wanted to be a psychologist and then build her own house near a lake. It was the whole purpose of her life.

The anchor added. Anna smiled again. "Thanks, a lot!" She exclaimed. "But for readers who haven't read your book yet, do you have any pre-talk for them, anything like a small gist, you wanna give them?" "Umm..." Anna thought for a second. "My novel, The story of me is...a journey of a simple girl who overcomes her fears with the help of her surroundings, the story is quite simple when I wrote it and thought about it. I had never thought that it would grab so much attention." She scoffed slightly.

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.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

Not only spoiling fawaz but many kids too, she loves children. She thought maybe when she is nice to them she will get her own bundle of joy running around the house. She served herself and Khadija in the same plate, sipping the cold drink. She thought about her mother. She missed her so much, her mother died due to anaemia and since then nafisa has been researching on the disease . "Hey, you seem out"Khadija said acknowledging her cousin's mood. Nafisa shrugged it off with a nothing which came out barely as a whisper. They ate the food in silence.