Design Your Life Book Novels & Stories

The final chapter of Elena’s journey was not written in the cold, binary logic of technical specifications, nor was it measured in the demanding, high-pressure metrics of territorial expansion. It was written in the quiet, steady, and harmonious rhythm of a life that had fully, successfully realized its own intricate design.

I had spent my life thinking about everyone else, yet I had kept neglecting myself. So, I asked her, "Vivian, would you have any regrets if I died?" In truth, I didn't want to know the answer. No matter what the answers were, they no longer mattered to me. So, before she could speak, I calmly said, "I've set you all free the day I gave up Nancy. Now that I almost died, I want even less to do with you." Perhaps Vivian hadn't expected me to say that, so she was speechless for a long time. Only after a long while did she say, "You'd better mean that."

Rudolf picked up a large gray folder and sat across from me with a confident smile. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready,” I replied, even though my voice trembled slightly. He opened the folder and pulled out a thick sheet of paper with the final cover design. The moment my eyes landed on it I went silent. The cover showed the silhouette of a woman standing between two worlds, one side dark and fractured, the other softly glowing with gentle light. The colors weren’t excessive; the gradients were smooth, elegant, and emotional. The title font was modern yet warm. Everything blended together perfectly, as if it was created to reflect my story of someone who fell again and again, but still rose every ti

Joe's face, Ivy's words, the blinding lights of that celebration banquet–they all began to blur, as though fading into the distance. With my very first paycheck, I bought myself a brand-new set of paints. I painted rocks, seagulls, and children running across the sand. Slowly, the girl I used to be–the one who once dreamed of attending the Rhode Island School of Design–seemed to awaken again from deep within me. The bookstore had a special regular. Every day at exactly three in the afternoon, he would show up. He always sat on the sofa by the window, ordered a black coffee, and opened his sketchbook. He would stay there the entire afternoon.

5 years later…. I’d finally carved out a life I could call my own. It wasn't easy. Four years ago, I was taking any job I could get, sketching designs on napkins during my breaks. I submitted them on a whim, half-expecting nothing. But that one shot hit the mark. Now, I’m a headlining designer for a major brand. The money’s good, the respect is real, and the fear of being found is quieter. But my real success and anchor in this world isn't my career. It’s my two little boys, Sawyer and Asher. My four-year-old twin princes.

She will design her own life. Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the new empty sheet of her life and she can't wait to start drawing it.

I didn't have to wake up early to wait on Ethan. I could finally do whatever I liked, but I didn't have much time left. When I turned on my phone, there were no missed calls, nor were there any messages. Nobody cared about me. But it was fine. I had myself. I opened my WhatsApp and found the familiar profile picture. Eventually, I restrained myself. Since we broke up, I shouldn't bother him anymore. Having four months left to live, I wanted to visit places I'd never been before. I pulled out my passport, which had never been used even once. Then, I booked the earliest flight to Swilea.

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

I am 24 years-old. I have been writing books since I was 13 years-old. I have wrote 6 books total, but lost 5 to a house fire, and did not have backups. I lost my want to write after losing my first 5 books. It has been 8 years since then. This is my first book I have published. I am a mother of 1 daughter, trying for a second child. I want to make a living as a author, but also become a daycare teacher. I have a cp in earily childcare. My passion is my child. I love and live for my family. They matter more then anything.

What am I doing? And this is not about Richard, by the way. It’s absolutely unrelated. It’s simply my life. I need … I don’t know. A new direction. A different energy. There’s a book lying on a nearby chair and I reach for it. It’s called The Reverse Principle: Change Your Business Strategy Forever, and 10 million copies sold!! is stamped across the cover.