Designing Your Life Book Novels & Stories

“ Try this. You will love it” At first she hesitated but when it became obvious the man of God wasn’t ready to give up nor withdraw his offer, she reluctantly took the book while murmuring “thank you” and still not looking at him. “good start “ he commended. “that is Rick Warren. He is as good as Joel Osteen. His book 'purpose driven life' sort of redirects one’s path through a clear faith and understanding of the fact that we are created by God for a reason”. Now turning to Amy who at this time has turned to look at him, “are you borthered about something?”

Personally, I want to see what's in that book. I'd spent yet another evening thinking about her. She's the first thing in life that had taken my focus off the endgame, which is not exactly a good thing. I didn't make provisos for being sidetracked because until one day ago, I didn't think there was anything that could sway me from my path. But something about her situation keeps pulling at me, and I know I won't rest until I get to the bottom of this shit.

Until she asked me a question that triggered my feelings of “Allie, I've noticed that when I ask you a question that doesn't have to do with your illness you somehow always add CF to the conversation, why is that?” I bite the inside of my cheek thinking about my answer, until I decide to speak. “I don't know, I really don't know, it's like it's all related to that” “Have you ever thought that there are more things in life that you can enjoy," he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room”

He wrote it once, left it for two hours, came back and revised it once, and it was right. He wrote: You design for the person you have never met by designing from the person you have been. Not the successful professional version. The person who needed the room and didn't find it. The fifteen-year-old drawing rooms that knew you were in them. You design from the inside of that absence, not the outside of the theory.

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

“Now then, I’ll be going back now, I’ll be seeing you more from now on.” Bathala suddenly vanished and leaving Cillian alone with a flustered face, he now just realizes the amount of fun he’ll be experiencing from now on. “I didn’t know that from having to go on a trip back to our old house that I’ll be able to have a special encounter that will forever change my life. I’ll start exploring and enjoy this new chapter of my life to the fullest!” Chapter one ends~ to be continued

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

Cover photo by DESYGNER. Cover design by WINIFRED REGINALD. |This book is dedicated to my Mom and sister Mrs Rita Reginald and Ms Ella Reginald,who basically inspired and supported me all through from the head start. Contents Prologue: The beginning Chapter 1: Messing with Mr grumpy Chapter 2: Payback gone wrong Chapter 3: The unexpected bombshell Chapter 4: A whole lot of crazy Chapter 5: Didn't they tell you that new york bitches are savages

If only I had known that Jane would come to him, I should have come to him first, for I have first known him, he belonged to me. ‘Believe, the simple little things of today might be the bigger things tomorrow. ’ she said and pulled a book from the bookshelf; Ikigai - The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life, and handed the book to me. ‘Open it to whatever page,’ I then opened the book, page 66, the first thing I read was, Live an Unhurried Life. ‘What do you see?’ she asked. ‘It says, Live an Unhurried Life.’

Ernest looked at Don's profile — the January light on his face, the specific quality of the thirty-first year Don, the Don with thirty years of the arrangement in his face, the lines that had accumulated the way the journal's pages had accumulated, the evidence of the building in the body. He thought: we have built this. The ordinary day is the building. The ordinary day is the measure. The fourth book will be the argument that the ordinary day is enough. Not the significant events. Not the achievements. Not the markers that the world recognizes. The ordinary day. The morning coffee. The bread Wednesday. The Thursday walk. The journal entry. These are enough. These are the buildings. These a