Design Your Life Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Stan’s expression light up the moment I mention my book. "Wait, you were the writer of ’Live your life?’ That book was a philosophical breakthrough; it was able to speak the truth about the flaws of our society. It was a real eye-opener. I am a big fan," His confession makes me gleam. I didn't even know that he's a reader of my books. "Why, thank you. People always got angry at me because of how ’contradicting’ it was because I am a Christian," I explain.

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

Back in college, we agreed we would see the northern lights together. He said the aurora symbolized eternal love. Ten years had passed. We still hadn't gone. I opened a job site and began filling out applications. I entered my awards one by one. I attached a link to my portfolio. Then I clicked submit. The next day, I began picking up all the skills I had once thrown away. Starting with making breakfast. Turn on the stove. Pour the oil. The beaten egg hit the pan, and hot oil spat upward.

It was as if the person he was desperately searching for wasn't me. With the money his mother had given me, I settled down in Provenelle. I rented a small house and found a job in fashion design. It wasn't what I had studied, but I loved creating beautiful clothes. In this new place, no one could cage my imagination or freedom again. Even though I had to start from scratch, I was filled with energy and life. … Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, five years passed. My designs began to headline major fashion weeks around the world, adored by wealthy entrepreneurs and celebrities alike. I won several prestigious international awards and became the head and chief designer of my own fashion com

Instead, he went full public with Molly—traveling, showing off, livestreaming their so-called "love." Felt like I was watching two totally separate plotlines from a cheesy drama. While they were toasting new deals and having candlelit dinners, I was in the lab, debugging robotics software. While they shopped and ate at influencer hotspots, I was knee-deep in wires, trying to fix a bot that wouldn't stop glitching. While they partied and got drunk, posting their "relationship goals" online and soaking up the likes, I hit a breakthrough—a whole new approach.

The wind blew, the city buzzed, and life moved forward. I had started my own firm. I had reclaimed my identity. I had built a family. And as I looked at my husband and my daughter, I knew that the best designs weren't the ones on blueprints. They were the ones we lived.

Please rember to like my book and live comments and sugestions this will help me find direction when I loose inspiriration and I would love to write something that everyone loves to read thank you again guys lots of love love twoise♡♡

I'm in treatment. In another timeline, I died from this. At twenty-eight. Alone in a hospital room while my family stood around my bed calculating how to divide what I left behind. But this timeline, I have your money. Your gift. Your foresight. I'm using it to live. Not the life my parents wanted for me. Not the life I was groomed to live—small and grateful and endlessly giving. I'm building the life YOU wanted for me. One where I matter. Where I'm more than a resource. Where I get to take up space.

My adoptive parents' long-lost daughter came back. She's a wellness influencer. She eats from crystal bowls she "cleansed." Sleeps with a white noise machine. She will only ride in a custom, climate-controlled car. That's not all. She filled our family's Manhattan law firm with Himalayan salt lamps and energy crystals. The espresso in the conference room? Replaced with gluten-free, organic dandelion root tea. "The energy here is so murky," she'd say. "We need to cleanse the world with love and light!"

He chuckled and said, “It was no compliment, my dear girl. I speak the truth, for you have quite the talent for designing. In fact, I love that outfit you’re wearing. Did you design it yourself?” Looking down at herself, Addy looked back up at him and nodded. “I designed it for an important occasion, and I felt today was the day to wear it,” she told him. “It looks lovely on you, my dear,” he told her, drawing her closer to him. “I can’t wait to see what other designs you come up with in the future and look forward to working closely together with you.” Smiling at him, Addy said, “I look forward to that as well.”