Booktok A Little Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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?

Stephanie’s POV I stood quietly in front of my locker trying to recall where I had kept my English language textbook when suddenly I heard a loud thud on my locker door. I was frightened but yes, I was also used to it. “Nerdy bitch” Stacy said to me rolling her eyes and walking away like she didn’t just almost give me a heart attack. I simply ignored and picked out the textbook that was hiding behind my Romance novel. Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover.

To stay away from everyone, to keep them all in the dark about how fucked up my life is right now. I look at my bookshelf and smile when I find my favorite childhood book. Little prince. I grab it and cuddle up on my bed with the book. I pull the blanket up to my waist and open the book on the first page. I can’t remember the last time I read this book, but I know it will bring me back to memories from when I was a kid because I remember reading it to Layla.

"Anyways Matilda, if you don't mind finding any material like that so I can get back to Leena? After the kidnapping and poisoning, I don't like leaving her alone for too long." She seems to be struck out of her delighted reverie and starts roaming the shelves and picking out several books. Once she has a stack almost as tall as she is, she hands it to me and ushers me out. "Go on, get! You have a mate you have to attend to. Don't spend more time with your nose in these books than you do with her. I'm warning you, Damon Saxe, I will find out if you ruin this good thing." I turn to leave, laughing at the fiery she-wolf that made my life so much more bearable as a teenager.

There was only one way she could return which was the door, so I shut and bolted it which gave me some confidence on the task ahead. The book, as I had already examined was a thick volume, brown at the corners, indicating the age of the pages, I could easily backdate them to about sixteen years ago, around the time I was born. The cover had no caption, but on the inner leaf where the words in coarse writing: “The Life of Veronica” For her daughters Lettie and May.

There the first page was a blank page and the second page depicts the title of the book, it was about a story "The little Princess," he whispered through the room because he knew that no one can hear him inside or outside but still he needs to be careful. So he shut his mouth again while focusing his view on the book more like it was making his spine have shivers as well as goosebumps all over his skin 'So it was based on a true story after all, what is the meaning of this and why did it have to be one of his treasures? The author was not even mentioned at all'

What happened to the darling heroine? [The male lead transferred her out of town. She probably won't appear again.] [So the male lead lost both sides?] [Serves him right.] The new apartment was small: one bedroom, one living room, and a kitchen barely big enough for one person to turn around in. But the balcony was large. On my first day there, I set up a small side table on the balcony, laid down a rug, and put out a beanbag chair. At night, sitting there, I could see the city lights.

Finn was sitting inside. My heart skipped a beat. The petals were custom-made, each one unusually large, with words printed on them. I picked one up and unfolded it, my hands shaking. “Be with me–” At the same time, my phone rang. When I answered, it was Finn. “I told you it was a surprise, didn’t I?” Then, I froze because when I turned the petal over, I saw the name written on the back—Sophie. Finn burst into laughter over the deafening roar of the helicopter.

The pages flipped on their own, fast at first, then slower, until they stopped right in the middle of the book. Words began to glow. Not carved or written. Glowing. My breath caught in my throat as I read. “My little boy is all grown up…” The sentence shook me. There was a faint blur at the end of it, like the ink had been smeared by tears when it was written, and I swear my chest physically tightened. The next line appeared slowly, like it was being written in real time. “Victor… you need the Gem of Life to live.” My hands trembled. The writer is really is my mother. But…

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.