About Life Story Novels & Stories

Every person has his or her own purpose in life. That each of us has a specific reason why we were born. There are moments when life would make it hard for us to understand our purpose. And there are also times when everything may seem to be working in our favor. The bottom line is we all have our own stories to tell. And it’s up to us if we want it to end as a happy story, a sad story, or a tragedy. Because we are the only ones who have the power to decide on how our story goes.

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.

"If that's okay. I know it's intrusive, but it makes for better storytelling." Samuel considered this. "Who do you want to start with?" "You, if you're willing. Team captain, Olympic hopeful. You're the centerpiece of the story." "Flattering." "Factual." Samuel smiled. "Alright. Fair warning though, my life is pretty boring. Pool, class, library, sleep. Repeat." "Everyone's life seems boring to them. But there's always a story if you look close enough." "Philosophical for a Tuesday morning." "Occupational hazard."

I smile "Yeah, so to while away time. I have a story to tell you. A real life story." "Sweet..." I laugh, eager to hear the story she wants to tell. "Whose story is it? Yours?" I jokingly ask "Yes. It's my story." My eyebrows arch with surprise. I wasn't expecting her to share her life story with me. I thought it would be about someone she knew. "Really?" "Yes, really. Didn't I tell you I'm quite an interesting person to get to know?... The story is about myself and the only man that I've ever loved in all the years that I've spent on earth."

1. How’d I end up here? It’s a long story. That’s the thing about life, though. Never can tell how it’s going to go. As Woody Allen once said: “Want to make God laugh? “Tell him your plans.” Anyway, I certainly didn’t figure on this being my life’s work. But it is what it is. If you’re interested, I can share how I got here. To start the story right, though, so you can understand my perspective better, I need to ask: You ever get fed up?

“ I just don't feel like I belong to them..I want a life..I don't want to live in a mansion and act like the princess. There's more dazzling place I could let my heart in than a place you can't even interact with your own parents since their time is fully given to money..life is..a sweet adventure..and I want to sail my own boat.” That made me realize something. Everyone's different, in the most unpredictable state. You coul just met someone but their soul has something to tell you. There are too many secrets that hides in their most adorable pesonalities. And everyone has a story to tell. And only few are courageous enough to share it with othere human souls. Because not everyone will under

“You are right. We have the same situation, but a different story to tell.” Tumango siya kasabay ng malalim na paghinga. Ang totoo ay nai-kwento na ng mga tiyahin nito ang storya ng buhay nito. Ang paglaki rin nito na walang mga magulang. Tanging abuelo lang ang tumayong magulang nito, ngunit sa kasalukuyan ay kinuha na rin ng may kapal.

It made me really happy inside. "For me, a person's life is like a thread and needle. There are narrow holes we need to get in in order to go to the other side. In every hole we'll enter, it's our success. But life is not all about success. There will be a time that we will meet the other end of the needle and tie it. Now, our life is cycling continuously on the same hole."

And our sons are so dramatic that to keep my heart they sometimes act like a girl to me. This was the story of my love life. It came to a happy end thankfully. However, the stories of life never stop. As my love life story ended happily, the new story of my marriage life started and along with a mother's life story as well. There is no regret in my heart because we all make mistakes. Some silly and some worst. I have also made many stupid mistakes which I mend in my way. . . . . . . . . . THE END!

Killian is coming in from the garden with soil on his hands. And I am sitting at the kitchen table writing the last line of the story that began on a dark street thirteen years ago, the story that was supposed to be about finding a savior and turned out to be about finding something considerably more durable. Myself. And the people I chose. And the life we built together, one honest decision at a time, until the building was simply the shape of being alive. This. All of this. Entirely, unmistakably, without apology or caveat or remainder.