About Life Story Novels & Stories

The only emotions I've ever felt in my life are hate,revenge,and lust. Have I ever loved someone? Yeah,I have. Once. Parents suck. Well mine did. "Theresa, people from my book club want to meet you. Make yourself presentable." "Theresa,I need you to dress up. My business partner is almost here and he's bringing his son. Make yourself presentable." I'm always presentable! They just never seem to be satisfied. Theresa do this, Theresa do that. I have my own life to live. I wasn't born to please them.

Carlos: yes, he died two years ago now from poisoning Me: I'm sorry Carlos: worry. Tell me a bit about yourself Me: what do you want to know?! Carlos: are you in a relationship?! Me: No and you?! Carlos: neither. What do you do in life? Me: I was a student but now I quit, I look for myself a bit Carlos: what do you want to do for a living?! Me: oh you know I had lots of dreams ... I just want to stay alive that's good and then we'll see

“Nevertheless, my family is my life so I always strive to be there for them and to be the best husband and father I can be; it’s every man’s responsibility.” “A very diplomatic response, thank you very much Sir.” Natasha said, feigning a smile for the umpteenth time during the interview. “I think I should add something though,” Mr Kaponda added before Natasha could chip in the next question. “I think its public knowledge that before I married my wife, I led a very questionable life as a young man. There was a very brief period in my life when my life fell apart.

Thanks, Dad – not bad advice, though. Diane, on the other hand, was divorced, though I knew little about her life in that respect. I'd heard something about a law professor, but she'd been divorced for years, and certainly didn't talk about her love life with me. She was one of those people who you'd finish telling your life story to and then realize she hasn't said a thing about herself.

Hillary POV: Every story has a backstory. Most of them are epic, while some are bad. Just like how the alley leading to my apartment is dark, how my life has been dark and lonely ever since the beginning. The street's light glitched as I walked toward my apartment, reminding me that my life was a story with a bad backstory. Dogs barked as I walked past different houses along the alley. The waste bin at the front of each home creates a nauseating feeling in my stomach. If I'm to throw up, I will probably throw up nothing because I didn't have breakfast.

Her expression is neither the lackluster C-plus face nor the friendly, pretty one, but instead; something sorrowful and very human. “…You said you don't have confidence, and compared to you, my base stats are high. But they're not. To be honest, I was an average person—below average, even, at least through elementary school. That's why I'm not beating around the bush.” she says. Her confident tone suggested that her claims were well-supported. “…You said life was irrational and unfair, but that's not true. The game of life functions on a number of simple rules. You just can't see them because they intersect in complex ways.” Hold on a sec! Is this chick actually lecturing me on the 'Game of

Kachina left me. She covers her mouth in shock. Here she is, pondering for a moment and realizing that Kagan’s story had already begun in the year 2020, together with the mischievous girl, Shanta, which had sprouted eleven years ago.

Harrison grabs me by the shoulder, "There is light out of here, just don't give up. I will go find this Brendan and speak to him. I can't make you any promises, but we can at least fucking try." Every single one of us could live our lives out like a sad sob story. There's more than enough pain to go around for that. But maybe what nobody ever told you is that you don't have to be defined by your broken dreams. I am a living, breathing story. Yes, and I am on the goddamn front page of the newspaper. But nobody else can live my tales like me. They can't tell my story. Not like I can. Living, breathing stories, moving about time and space in endless ways. Don't you think there's some kind of m

He asked. "About everything. About life. How it all started and how it's going to end. How people are living their lives, and if they're happy or not. It's funny how everyone has a story. Some sad, some tragic and some beautiful. Some people are destined to have the perfect life and others are doomed from the beginning." "Is that how you see your life? A tragic one?" "Not necessarily. I've always known that life isn't going to be easy. We're all here for a reason, and we're just here to figure it out. To find our happiness."

Whether tragic, complicated and a lot of drama but this is the story of my life. I told all the stories of my life, from the first time I met Gerald to know him, love him, and lie to all my pregnancy, and write how I felt when I knew it felt like to be betrayed so deeply. I will never forget that betrayal until later until the rest of my life.