Design Your Life Book Novels & Stories

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

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.

“Damien, this is stunning.” “It’s home.” He watched her take it in, his dark eyes tracking her every reaction. “I designed most of it myself. I needed a space that felt like mine, completely under my control.” She wandered through the open plan living area, noting the details. Bookshelves lined one wall—fiction, philosophy, economics, classics. A state-of-the-art kitchen that looked actually used, unlike most show kitchens in expensive apartments. Art on the walls modern pieces, some abstract, all with emotional depth.

“To sit and not work. To let the room be the room instead of the office.” He was quiet. “The photographs,” she said. “You have nine photographs on that shelf and none of them are of you.” “That’s not unusual,” he said. “It’s worth thinking about,” she said. “I’m not recommending you put photos of yourself up. I’m noting that the room has evidence of everyone in your life except you.” A long pause. “How long have you been a designer?” he said. “Ten years,” she said. “You should have been a therapist,” he said.

Tune into the new book to see how the design of fate plays out. I sincerely appreciate all of your support and encouragement throughout these books. I love hearing your feedback, theories, and thoughts. – Shana Allen

Because neither had considered that possibility. ⸻ Emma sat alone in her office long after everyone else had gone home. The building was nearly empty. Cleaning crews worked several floors below. The city beyond the windows glowed beneath the evening sky. Her computer screen displayed the symbol again. Three intertwined circles. She had recreated it herself. Perfectly. Every line. Every curve. She stared at it. “Who are you?” she whispered. Nothing happened. She reached into her desk drawer and removed the photograph she’d taken from Charlotte’s portfolio.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

"Why design?" Sophie thought. Because fashion is—it's the way individuals show themselves to the outside world. How confident they are. How do they convey themselves without using words? My goal was to create objects that give people a sense of power. Lovely. themselves." "That is—" James hesitated. "That's incredibly meaningful." "Not in my father's opinion. It seems silly to him. Having fun with cloth." Your dad is mistaken. Giving people confidence via design is what you're doing, and it transforms lives. That is important.

Buying a life? " Keep the money to yourself. Don't insult me with it. And for the record? I don't need your money. I have earned enough as a designer to live my life comfortably and still do good for humanity by donating some to the less fortunate without needing charity. " I spat, unmasked disappointment coating my words. Honestly, I had expected better from him. I had been excited, looking forward to forming a relationship with my family, again, but with the latest developments, that was most likely going to be impossible, no?

I set up a charity in Jay’s name to help kids with serious illnesses connected to kidney and heart problems, so they could get treatment and have a chance at life. I also helped talented designers who did not have the chance to showcase their talents. Once I cut those awful people out of my life, everything finally got better.