Books Are My Life... の小説・ストーリー

My head was racing. Saito family. Wolf bane. Gem of Life. Two mates My life is officially insane. I reached my room and shut the door behind me. For a second I just stood there, staring at my bookshelf. The book. The one I hid. The one Sammy gave me months ago and it’s has helped me so far to discover my true potential. I walked over, pulled it out from behind the false panel I made, and held it in my hands. The Gem of Life.

Rojan knows that there more to life if he keep surviving, and that someday he will realize why his eldest brother like the game. Gone with the game. Yet he conclude it is a life. And if he keep losing...and losing. Who knows what will happen to his pitiful life?

Why wasn’t my childhood as easy as others’? I feel like my life is a book or movie that people are watching or reading. It is full of drama and complications more than the telenovelas I used to watch. Sometimes I wish I was a character in a movie or book, at least that way I would get a happy ending like the books I read. I remember reading a book series called Chasing Red and Always Red by Isabelle Ronin. That book was addictive that I had lost count of how many times I read it, I got lost in it, I even wished I was living the character’s life instead of my own.

The house will be stormy, maybe even reach him ears. But... it's not exactly unilateral maybe it's just a step towards another page. For example, you are living your life at this moment, and I am also living my other life. We are like two parallel lines that do not collide or exist in the other person is life.

Still, I hope to keep weaving beautiful stories with all the people that I came to love in this world right up to the last page of life. THE END (book 1 of the trilogy)

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

Let me just start by saying my name is Sapphire, I live with my father, mother, and two brothers. My father is a well-known CEO, he owns Walmart; my mother is a well-known fashion designer, she created Chanel. My parents expect us to follow in their footsteps, they want us to be well known so their image doesn’t go to waste. My older brother wants to be exactly like my mother, while my younger brother wants to be like my father. Now, I want to be like myself, I don’t want to be like my father or mother, I want to do my own thing. I want to be an author, I want to create books and fill my reader’s minds with crazy adventures and characters that my readers can connect to. My father doesn’t l

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

On the day Mom transfers the house to my younger brother, Elio Campbell, I'm busy paying off his fourth credit card. "You're his older sister. It's your duty to take care of your younger brother. The house may be in his name, but you'll always have a room here," she reminds me. However, later on, my sister-in-law, Bonnie Smith, transforms that room into a nursery without even consulting me. At the ripe old age of 38, I'm single, homeless, and have no savings. Mom tells me, "Your brother's second child is starting kindergarten soon. Why don't you help out with the tuition? It's not like you have much to spend your money on anyway." I chip in because I still care about my family. I'm d