Books Are My Life... Novels & Stories

Did he sense something. Did he notice that I wasn't really reading the book? I thought, looking at the book in my hands (My Life Saver by Lilian Finn). What a weird coincidental name for a book. Twenty minutes past eleven p.m. When did time fly so fast? I survived today, tomorrow is going to be another day. "Let's get ready for it." I said, resting my head on my pillow and hugging the book, My Life Saver. ***Day eleven***

I'm hoping Lionel didn't notice. Removing my stuff from my bag I placed a picture of my parents and me on the small table next to me, turning it to the ideal angle. Then I take out some of the few books I own and place them on a shelf on the opposite side of the room. You could say I'm sort of a bookworm.... You are, of course, accurate. It's the only way I can get away from the life I'm presently living, to go to a new place and start a new life. A new beginning. Live a different life. I wish.

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

I said. I walked in fully and placed the book on the table near them. Uncle James leaned forward slightly. Papa’s eyes stayed on me. “You wanted to know what the Gem of Life is,” I said. “It’s not a stone. Not a jewel. Not something you put in a crown.” Dada’s jaw tightened. “Then what is it?” “It’s a person.” Silence dropped heavy. Papa blinked. “Explain.” I opened the book and flipped to the marked pages.

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

Richard watched Jenna's car leave before turning to look at me with fire blazing in his eyes. I could tell that he never expected me to survive the fire. He certainly didn't expect me to be so lucky to cross paths with a legend of the business world. If looks could kill, I'd definitely be dead once more. I stared right back at him. Richard had always lived the life of a pampered brat. So, there were now dark bruises under his eyes despite it having only been a few days since we last saw each other. It seemed he was exhausted from running a pasta shop.

"Forget it, Mr. and Mrs. Collins. No one expected things to turn out like that. Back then, we all thought you could just enroll with the admission letter. Who knew they'd actually investigate? But it worked out anyway. Honestly, I thought the letter alone would be enough. And now, with the royalties from the songs Lexi writes, I'm making a pretty good profit." During that time, it wasn't unheard of for someone to use another person's admission letter to enroll. But I had never imagined my own parents would hand mine over to Ian. I fumbled for my phone, disbelief clawing at my chest, only to realize I couldn't even log into my account anymore. Between shifts, I would sometimes write songs. An

Even Luca froze, shocked by my actions. "You…" I pressed my bleeding hand to my chest. My face was pale, but my smile was wild and unrestrained. "You're wrong, Luca. The Ossuary Signet doesn't belong to the Rossi famiglia. It's a chain meant for dogs. Since that is how you choose to live, wear it proudly," I said. I didn't look at them again. I turned and headed for the front door. Blood dripped with every step I took. Beyond that door, I would no longer be Alessia, the Rossi famiglia's discarded fiancee.

There is no such thing as a circle of people or a lot of difference from grandma. After seven days, a parcel called Anushka arrived. Everyone is very surprised. She is very excited. This is the first time something has come through the post office in his name. Unwrapping, the book came out. Anushka read the name, 'Letters from a father to a brother.

Like I always say, you should try other of my books, if this is the first of my work you've read, you can try TANGLED LIFE; LOVE IN COAT OF HATE Thank you once again, for your support Sylvia Sly