Así Es La Vida Si Novels & Stories

“Life is unfair. I'm ugly, I have a bad build, my income is nearly non-existing, I over-think until I can't do anything, I'm wishy-washy, people make fun of everything I do, and I have no confidence in my ability to face the world. One tiny problem can end it all for me. How is someone like me supposed to beat someone strong like you?” This might have been the first time I ever said something like that to a stranger. “But that's all fine. Because life's not fair. You don't get results just by trying hard. If you could, I would, but life doesn't have rules. No rewards, no right answers. As a game, it's a piece of shit. If there's no right answer, then there's no point in trying. And I hate t

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ sᴜɴ sʜɪɴᴇ ᴛɪʟʟ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

“𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗰𝘂𝘁. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼

🔞 ♠️ BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 ♠️ Chapter 8♠️ 👓 DAVE 👓 Sigh! What a tangled life mankind lives in. Every living day is a struggle and in every struggle there are winners and losers. Most people say that life is unbalanced and the concept of living is just nothing but a hoax, they have no idea how wrong they are.

A suffocating ache still burned in my nose. The moment I snapped my eyes open, I met Wendy Larson's tear-filled gaze. "Rosalie! Thank goodness you're awake! Ricky's gone. Please, you must hold yourself together." That too-familiar voice hit me with the sudden realization that I'd been reborn on the very day I gave my son, Ricky Lambert, the wrong injection and caused his "death". I stared at the crocodile tears streaked across Wendy's face as white-hot rage surged through me.

Maybe this encounter was just passing by. Anna's heart skipped half a beat as soon as she saw the money and the note under the bedside lamp. "Try to live because this life is worth it." A few simple words made Anna's eyes turn red, she clutched her chest, pouring out all the pent-up emotions with tears streaming down her face. She cried out in pain, tears pouring down, feeling that life had been so unfair to her, too many pains accumulated, and a precious stranger had come to comfort her, saving her wounded soul. She tightly held the money in her hand, crying out in despair.

Some had great lives, treated like actual kids, but others were treated like trash, like slaves. The day I was born, my mom had just worked 5 days straight to pay off the last of her debt so that she could spend all her money on whatever I would need. I don't know how I was born, or what happened to my mom, because my dad was gambling the day of my birth. All I know is what he told me. My mom had me with no complications. She was able to hold me, but something went wrong. She died with me in her arms. The nurses say I was quiet till she passed, then began welling out loud. They also said that my mom named me Asoka because she hoped I would be without sorrow. These were her last words, and my

“Voy a vivir el momento, Para entender el destino. Voy a escuchar en silencio, Para encontrar el camino. Y para qué llorar, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, Y para qué sufrir, pa' qué, Si duele una pena, se olvida, la la la.” “Voy a reír, voy a bailar, Vivir mi vida, la la la la,” Ava in her fun sang along but again, she wasn’t getting all the words right that Lucian chuckled. “Hey,” she called with a pout, “if you are better, you sing along.”

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.