He Filled My Life Novels & Stories

He pushes it into my fourth finger. I admit the greatest gift ever is a gift of fulfillment, happiness and peace. I had my loved ones, I could remember growing up with two persons in my life but now, I've come to understand that it doesn't matter how hurt you had been, all it matters to live life as you saw it. You don't need the both parents to train you before you become someone in life, your life determines how you live it. Others gave up because life lost it meaning, some sorted suicide while some lived like Ken.

The golden platters were empty while the candles melted into short ones. With the popping of cork released from the bottle, there was what vibrated in my denim shorts. I reached for it inside my pocket and immediately answered the call I had been waiting for. The call of my beloved. In just a blink, all the sadness and tiredness were gone from waiting. Kachina's thin voice echoed on the other line.

Yeah, I’d never have enough of her. When these times get rough, I was lost, now I'm found. I realized what had been missing in my life ever since I was fifteen—the void in my heart that only she could fill. Her mere existence, her scent, her smile, her laughter—they healed me. Even when her words cut deep, her presence made me whole again. Ever since you’ve been around, you’re the woman that I want. I wanted her. I needed her. Only her.

My hair covered my face. "You are my child only in name. It means I have claimed you as part of my family. No one can hurt you, or tell you what to do. We are not father and daughter. I am merely the person who bought you. The life you live now will only be for my sake." I looked up at him in shock. He was basically saying I only lived to serve him. He was staring at the tv now. THe ads were almost over. I took the bottle of blood out of my lap. It was warm now.

The doc finally said I've three months left and if I tried I can get better. Brad and granny were heartbroken, but I knew how to cheer them up with my special yummy baking. Let it be for a day only. As the days passed a thought dwelled in my mind. Never once I lived for myself. Everything I did. I did for others so I made my 'to do' list. The things I wanted to do before dying and I will do them all in my last month of December. And well I'm writing this letter in October and it will get to you probably after two months of my expiry hehe. I sound creepy right ;)

He mumbled looking into my eyes. "You've become the reason to live my life. I was like a corpse before you came into my life. One year... For one year I was just roaming around burning in revenge. I forgot to even smile and then you came. After finding you in my arms, I felt like I breathed again. I started smiling again." He sighed and a tear rolled from his eyes.

Filled with life. It's a remarkable change and the secret is love. That’s it. To be loved is to live. I can positively say that I went by life without knowing what life was like. I lived under a rigorous routine filled with hate and malice. I didn't know what it was to live a fulfilling life. So much of it was reliving those awful memories surrounding my father’s death. But now, I have a purpose of some kind. And it feels wonderful. Smiling, I return to the bed and snuggle close to Max. He wraps his arm around me and cracks an eye open. In a sleepy voice, he asks me,, “Still awake?”

He was shaking and struggling to swallow. He had no idea how much grateful of him I was. He was life. He was happiness. He was light. I forced the words out from my closing throat. "You did nothing to me. You gave me the meaning of life, a taste of happiness, and you brought me out of the darkness when I didn't know I was doomed in it. So thank you." I shook my head, wishing I could blink and find out this was a nightmare.

“Okay, I’m not gonna push. I’m sorry.” “It’s fine.” He took my hand and kissed it. “I’m glad you’re here. You always calm me down when things go crazy. You’re like a light bearer in my life.” I smiled, slightly giggling. “Not bad.” “Before I met you, my life was a mess. My only direction was towards getting richer. After losing my sister, I hadn’t fully recovered, and I knew I was going on that road at a very slow pace. But I was getting there, and then that Tiktok video happened. My life and image were like that of a broken vase, put back together, and somebody picked it up and smashed it and shattered right in front of the world.”

"This is insane! You didn't lose an eye—you've turned it into a receptacle for the entire universe!" "I'm also disabled, and I've been living in the shadows for so long. Watching you has brought light back into my world." After reading those warm messages, I felt accepted and encouraged for the first time, and it was because of my disability. I was no longer the Caleb Jackson who received pity or sympathy from others. I was Luke Jackson, the man who brought strength and light to others. Faraway in a foreign land, my life blossomed in a way I could never have imagined. Just when I thought that those two names would never appear in my world again, I received a message from a number I didn't re