Book Of Life Synopsis Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. 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.

In the end, even my witness retracted his statement. I was left to face everything alone. They painted me as some madwoman driven by nothing but jealousy. I would never forget the day I arrived at the hospital and saw Mom's and Dad's bodies—cold and mangled. Nor would I ever forget how Henry lured me into that cellar and locked me up without a second thought. "Brina, you're losing it. You need to calm down," he'd told me then. … "How did you get this injury?" the doctor asked, frowning. He then gave the bodyguard beside me a quick once-over. "Are you her family?"

You don't have long to live. She clutched her hair and crouched on the floor as the blood drained from her face. It was clear that I'd hit the nail on the head. Finally, I said, "You had plenty of opportunities to change your life. Do you remember the man you saved in your past life? He's actually Blake's father. You would've won Blake's friendship if you'd been nicer to Mr. Stone, but you didn't do it. "I tried to stop you from saving Wanda after being reborn, but you were so obsessed with becoming an heiress. You even resorted to injuring me so you could save her. All I can say now is that you're reaping what you sow, Lila."

I knew he blamed me too, for taking away his mom. Dad was different as well. Sure, he went through the motions—work, eat, sleep—but the lightness had vanished from his face. I caught him one day, burning Emma's diaries in the garden. He said they were too heavy, that it would not be good for Calvin to read them later. When the last page turned to ash, I watched him cough up blood. I changed too. I was not a kid anymore; I had to be the rock for Dad and Calvin.

I notice his head hangs low obviously in the defeat we both feel. “My strong protector.” I turn to the voice and see the most beautiful woman I have seen well at least for an older lady. “Goddess?” “Yes my dear protector. I want you to know that you have yet to fail. You need to stay strong on the path you are on. I know you grieve deeply for those that have been lost. I am sorry so many were taken before I would have liked. But they are happy now with those they had lost. They will be reborn when their time comes. You have finally come to where you need to be. For your sacrifice I will grant you one life. Stay strong protector your struggle is not over.”

I see David at the corner of my eyes , watching us. “Oh trust me , I will not say a thing – don’t want any one else to be scarred for life…” I chuckle. “Oh please…you have been blessed to see such romance – better than any porn video you will ever see” I chuckle at her. “That is what you think… You know I came across a book called “ How to please your man properly?” I think I should let you borrow it , so you can up your performance…” she gasps at what I say.

One has nothing to do with life, living like a corpse only breathing with the pain in heart. Another one has everything still the peace is missing from his life waiting to repent for the sin he committed unintentionally. For what he should repent? Moreover how will they change their fate, amend their destiny when they are only mere player in the game of destiny that too when it is a cruel game of destiny? To know more read this book 'Game Of Destiny' journey of the Beauty and her selfish beast. Disclaimer : This book is purely fictional. All the characters are imaginary. The content doesn't support any kind of crime and abuse.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing. His book was always been things about the morphers; how they live, their traditions and more. But this is the first time I came across something like this and for one thing, it is still, Priam's book. It's still early for my shift at the cafe, so I reach for my phone and type the title of the book. "The...first....born." I muttered typing every letter with my heart beating fast.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)