About Life Story Novels & Stories

And all of a sudden , her countenance changed again into a kind I can't explain. "Yes. I'm owing myself....my health"... --------------- My name is Lorna and let's say, this is the beginning of my story. A story of how i became a student-wife, a heroine and a mother. I was nineteen years old here and remained the only child of my parents. This is an autobiography rather, entailing my life, my struggles and epic moments, my victory and losses and more .

Life was a normal 19-year-old girl who wanted to see the world so finally she dared to tell her mom and take a Vacation on her own but she didn't know it would change her life forever Life was always enchanted with magical and mystical things she always wanted to believe there is some magic in the normal world what happens when she finds herself amid a city where nothing seems normal and the place is still ruled by a king?

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

CHAPTER 103 LOU’S BACKGROUND STORY I know that most of you don’t know the real story behind my life. Well, I don’t want to disclose anything about it since it’s confidential and I want to stay lowkey. I also want to make my background story private as long as I can. Even my friends don’t know about some details of my life because I am just telling some important facts that I can disclose to them. I am really a private person when it comes to my life. I don’t want the public to know about it because my life is not happy for me.

We went inside the massive room, and she showed me all of her collections before she speaks. "The world is like a huge library that is filled with books. It’s a book that contains everyone's story. Everyone has their story written somewhere in the library. It can be a book of love between two lovers from a distance, an inspirational story of a family, a story of an unbreakable friendship, or the story of a war against long-time enemies. Our stories don't always have a happy endings. Some ends in tragedy and others end with a twist and unexpected turn of events. No matter what is written in our final chapter, it always ends up with a lesson.

At least my secret wasn’t as humiliating for me. “Okay. I wrote a short story in high school, based on my life. It was about a girl who didn’t get along with her parents, and dreamed of having a completely different life. She got along really well with this couple who loved her like their own daughter, and she always wished that this couple could be her parents instead.” I looked at him, expecting him to laugh at me, or to tell me that that was a stupid idea for a story, but he looked like he was interested in what I was saying.

There is no greater way to write a book than to write it in the manner it wants to be written. You may feel the need to cultivate a story with a good ending and still end up messing around with the plot as the story unfolds. It was not until I realized that there was a way to tell a story without actually paying reference to the cause that I first thought seriously of writing this story. Three items of my experience combined to make me become aware of the presence of a life form that moves freely in the dark without being noticed. Before I begin this story, I must pay some respect to three wonderful women in my life that has shaped the existence of this story. I honor Leah Fisher for her und

But I believe there will be people like that in the world, it's just that they are not for us, or they are living a fake life because of their responsibility and image. Finally, I just want to say that everyone has different opinions about life and people. Therefore, the story is my way of looking at things, I want to bring my understanding to share with everyone. I would be very happy if you guys share my views, and I'm sure I'd be open to other people's opinions as well. I would like to use everyone's suggestions to improve myself, perfect for my next stories and I appreciate it. I know this story seems ordinary and not so perfect, but still thank you all for taking the time to read it, an

I love stories a lot. Do you? Since I have been writing this diary of my life, I have been able to create wonderful stories that has touched both of us deeply. Do you agree? Now, I ask, who doesn’t love a short love story about meeting random people? Especially the very unique ways that people can get connected together without putting much efforts.

I needed to prepare my mind for the worse, so I took a deep breath in and released it as a sigh. “My life wasn't always so easy, I had to fight for everything, my life included ,” I said as I chewed on the watermelon and popped out the seeds. “Whoa, tell me about it, this story is starting to get really interesting. Were you born into a conglomerate family with so many rival uncles and cousins? ” she asked and I'd never seen a human be so interested in someone else's tragedy, but then, Stella was not just any human.