Novel & Cerita Imitation Of Life Book

You are my child now, but you will still have to do servant jobs. I put the card down on the table, and opened the box. Inside were 2 different things. One was a movie, the other a book. The movie read 'Rava the last dragon', and the book read 'Green eggs and ham'. I was in awe. They were in good condition. To find a book, or to have a movie was rare. Usually you could only see a movie at the theater, which cost a lot. Books were even harder to get. Mortals were only allowed specific things. I was so happy. I ran to my room, and put the book on my shelf. The movie in my dresser. I wanted to watch the movie first, but I also wanted to explore. I figured they were mine now, so I could watch th

Because I would have preferred never to be born if my destiny was a path of rocks that fell on me with every step I take. When life hits you so many times you end up getting used to the dark, you end up glowing in it, scary and creepy. But it is the only way to survive. You become friends with the monsters under your bed, your blood turns black, your life doesn't come out of the storm and you become a shadow of who you used to be.

He flipped open the book she had just read, which was no longer a boring and tasteless medical book, but a comic book written by Jimmy. Blake was naturally not interested in these childish things, but he continued to flip through them one by one, rubbing his fingers on the pages as if Avery's body temperature and smell were still there. When the book reached the last page, the title page was filled with a short poem: "We watch fish love birds, cats love mice, dinosaurs and frogs, princesses, and princesses, we see meteors fly past, we watch trees bloom, and I cannot wait for you to fall in love with my miracle!"

I couldn’t protect Mia and I came to realise that love was only a weakness in this world I was living in. After 13 years , I finally met Sophia Emiliya Cyzarine Ivanov again and here she was only a few feet away from me laying on the ground dead. Mama was on her knees next to her body trying to wake her up. Begging her to open her eyes. She was laying in a pool of her own blood. She lost a lot of blood and I knew that on the same day we met again she was taken away from me……again. Mama’s hands and clothes were bloody from trying to stop the bleeding. She had blood smeared on her face because of wiping away her tears.

Someone cries in their sleep in a similar way. “It is true there are rules that prevent me from directly interfering with human fate. But there are other ways to make it happen. The Big Book is full of general conditions that I always find my way around. For instance, as a prank I can cut the brakes of a car that I calculate will be at a certain place at a certain point in time. It is not an exact thing, mind you. More like trial and error. But it IS one way to bring about the claiming of a life.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

"I'm a vampire, Mo, and you are a living corpse. That's the only term I've ever known for. The man from the castle had long been a vampire before he saw me. I'm not sure why or how, but as a part of some sick game, he decided to clone himself. He looked exactly like me- but we were too different people, in plans and character". His name is Edmond! My shoulders slumped, could it really be? Could all of this just be a sick game of fate? My mind buzzed.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

I didn't want them to end up like I had in my previous life and how Lila had ended up in this life. Instead, I wanted them to be like cacti that possessed tenacious vitality.

But before I could pick it up, the air shifted once more. The book… it moved. I pulled my hand back, a sharp chill running up my spine as I watched the crimson leather shift and twist. It rippled, as though the book itself was no longer solid. The glow grew brighter, more intense. And then, from the center of the book, something began to form. A figure. It appeared in a blur, as though the air itself had been transformed. At first, I thought it was a trick of the light—an illusion. But no. There, standing before me, was a perfect replica of myself.