Books On Life Novels & Stories

“Kaszalo.” He sighed, cleared his throat. “Most people look at these and assume, as we do, that all of this is nothing but paper and ink.” He scanned the shelves, the volumes. “What they don’t know is these books have a life.” His eyes slowed, pausing on the antique letters stamped on the battered spines. The different heights, widths, colors. “Books are never just books. Never just paper, ink. Dust.” He looked at her. “These stories mean something. Even if those who told them disappeared long ago, these words are their voices, their lives. Still. “And there’s nothing worse than robbing someone of their words, right?”

- Then what is the point of this was, what happened to you? - Everything in my life was for me to write my biographical book "Madman". "Why did God want you to write this book?" "I don't know the answer to that question, but I know that everything makes sense, and even the most senseless death, as it seems to us. - Tell us about the circumstances of your rescue.

‘I am now reading the second book you sent me, your favorite, Tuesday with Morrie by Mich Albom. Irina: ‘Oh yeah, that’s one of the best.’ I said and lifted a fork to my mouth. ‘Learn from it by heart, the book tells you about time and death and other things in between. It’ll tell you simple and priceless things in life,’ I added. ‘It goes like, we live not just to make a living but to really live life, and have no regrets when death comes to us,’ I said and put down the fork to the small white porcelain plate. ‘Morrie teaches us to love and be human.’

’ Crystal thought to herself with glee. Gazing over to her chosen books once again which was entitled. ‘The Path To Modern Business Evolution’, ‘Architect’s Diary: From Land To Empire’, and ‘To Build An Empire With A Penny’. She knew that they all focused on one similar topic, and that was to educate the reader to think about the development and possible advances which is linked to choices.

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

I shivered. "What is a Hybrid Corpse Seeker," Rai asked fearfully. I jumped off my bed and asked him what he did with my book collection. He pointed to the closet and I headed inside of it searching for a very old grimoire. When I found the human skin bound book I carried it to him and sat on the mattress as I flipped through the delicate pages. Once I found what I was looking for I opened it wide and read the information out loud. Hybrid Corpse Seeker

“What kind of books?” “Mostly biographies.” “That sounds exactly like you.” Julian stood up from the chair as well. “And you only read romance?” “Not only,” I said defensively. “Just… mostly.” “Why?” I shrugged. “Because they’re easy to get lost in.” Julian studied my face like he was trying to understand something deeper behind that answer. “Real life isn’t like those stories,” he said. “I know that.” “Then why read them?” “Because sometimes it’s nice to believe people actually figure things out.”

"Greetings…" "You don't believe me, do you? Take a look at this." Black White knew what Chase and his group were thinking. He grabbed something in the air, and a black and white book appeared in his hand. He placed it in front of Chase and the others. "What's this? Chase looked at the cover of the black and white book. The words 'Book of Life and Death' were printed on it. "The Book of Life and Death?!" He was surprised. Walter and Barry gulped. Was that really the Book of Life and Death?

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

Since then, I worked hard to be like a mature adult so that they would not have to worry about me. In the end, what they said that day was just lies to fool kids. Yet, I actually believed it. It felt so absurd now that I thought about it. After seeing how my brothers desperately wanted to get closer to me, I turned around and flew upward without the slightest hint of hesitation. "My dear brothers, I'm no longer your sister! In our next life… No! Let's not meet each other ever again!"