Booktok A Little Life Novels & Stories

This book, anyone who reads it will suffer. Your tears will be the delight of my soul. Upon finishing reading that, the pages of the book on the floor began flipping rapidly, as if carried by a gust of wind, until they stopped at the penultimate page. The snowflake slowly approached the book. On that page, there were certain names of people and what they thought of the book. Life is one, and everyone should make the most of it. But for a merciless being, life is just a business that needs to end. - Bishop HyunWan

“I am asking you who are you and what are you doing in my room Because if you wouldn't answer me I will make you answer forcibly by calling all my guards” “You haven't seen I'm an intruder and I am looking for something Don't worry I am not a thief” “Okay, whatever Are you a cop or what?” “I didn't have time to answer your question. But if I was a cop And if I ask you If you saw a white book in this house Are you going to answer me ” “This house has a lot of books what particularly the book that you're looking for,” The little girl asked innocently “It's not a book because it doesn't have any story about anything It's just like a list of things that your family would Be doing for the rest o

But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels. The contents of the journal are surely bothering her. The uneasy feeling of opening the first page of a book that contains secrets to one's life is nerve-wracking. Like unfolding the mysteries of an ancient civilization. 'To the stranger who saved me from drowning in love, Shanta.' Kachina winces at the acknowledgement section. She turns to the next page and finally comes across a chapter where she sees a familiar name that made her jump in joy and curl in sadness. 'Kachina... Kachina left me.'

Brooklyn asked. Turning away from Kendall, he said, “It’s a short piece about a man looking back on his life as he is dying.” “Wow, that sounds interesting,” Addy said. “I think it sounds a bit depressing,” Shea said, frowning. Brooklyn nudged her and said, “I think that sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ll have to let you know when the festival is and get you some tickets if you’d like to see it,” he offered.

Luna's Pov I wake up every day dreading that I'm still breathing. A few times a day I find myself thinking"How am I still alive"? This a question I never find the answer to but maybe because... I'm a useless fool... A coward... A slut... A bitch... A dumb whore... At least that's what he tells me. As an eighteen-year-old girl, I am extremely underdeveloped physically and mentally. I can tell from looking at other girls in my neighborhood they all looked healthy while I was a bag of bones.

Hardin chuckled. "Don't call him that ever," Clara warned angrily. She was locked up in here because of them, when she got to the last step, she looked around carefully. It was a small bedroom, who would live in a fridge? Was this like a hideout of what? There was a bowl of fruits on the small table next to the bed, there was a wardrobe at the corner and a door which is suspect would lead to the bathroom, the only thing missing in here was a window, how could one breathe in here.

go home and pack your luggage, I will be going to the hospital to keep Theresa company for tonight. "thank you so much aunty Seara, I appreciate all you do for us". *** Andrea got back home and pulled out the book her new boss had given her to study. boldly written on it was KAMASUTRA. what a strange word, she flipped the first page and a gasp escape her mouth. "What a strange beast! he really wants to take me on all this positions?. oh God what have gotten myself to".

This is the story of a young man with a secret talent who plays good samaritan and finds himself at the center of a battle bigger than himself... but he won't be alone! At least that's part of the gist for now.😅 Now let's see how it goes… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook" which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did.

Our book that would contain everything – the bar and the boy and the girl who wrote at 2 AM because writing was the only way she knew how to stay alive when the world said disappear. I’d start tomorrow. Tonight was the kitchen floor. Takeout containers and fluorescent light and the smell of charred garlic and his arm around me and the specific, irreplaceable quiet of two people who’d survived enough to stop being careful and start being real.

Alas, the one thing I feared most happened regardless of my wish. I followed my dad and Sylvan to a small restaurant near campus. I had been the one to suggest it. This place had been around for years. It was located right by the school gates, and the food was cheap but delicious. So, a lot of students loved the establishment. I had only been given 1,500 for living expenses last month. I had been living as frugally as possible to save up to rent a place, barely daring to spend money on food. That was how I had stumbled across this hidden gem.