In This Our Life Novel Novels & Stories

"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.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

Timothy asked, savoring a dumpling. "It's called 'The Good Girls' on N*****x," Althea replied. "I think we'll enjoy it." "Have you seen it before?" Timothy asked, taking a sip of his drink. "Not yet, but the summary sounds promising," Althea said. Timothy nodded, and they settled in on the sofa, snuggled up with blankets and pillows, sharing Chinese food and occasionally stealing bites from each other's plates. As they watched the show, the world around them melted away, and time stood still. They were lost in the moment, their hearts beating in sync, knowing their love knew no bounds. In that instant, it was just Timothy and Althea, Jonathan Carl and Maya Redfield… lost in their own little

Luna's Pov I wake up every day dreading that I'm still breathing. A few times a day I find myself thinking"How am I still alive"? This a question I never find the answer to but maybe because... I'm a useless fool... A coward... A slut... A bitch... A dumb whore... At least that's what he tells me. As an eighteen-year-old girl, I am extremely underdeveloped physically and mentally. I can tell from looking at other girls in my neighborhood they all looked healthy while I was a bag of bones.

With a gesture she invites me to sit down and I do it again when I put the chair back in its place. “It's normal the exaltation you just had. But I want to explain something to you, can I,” she asks a little cautiously and I nod, “perfect. Allie, you won't always have the power to decide what will happen to you, sometimes life can be cruel and decide for you but what you do decide is how to face the situation” I look at my hands in my lap with my eyes fixed on my feet, while I play with a small thread hanging from my blouse.

The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and joy. Henry joined them for lunch, and he was warmly welcomed by Olivia, Mrs Dorathy, and Clarissa. They all enjoyed the meal, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. After lunch, they sat in the living room, enjoying the peaceful afternoon. The children played in the background, their laughter adding to the warmth of the moment. Mrs Dorathy turned to Nina, her expression thoughtful. “Nina, I know you’ve been through a lot, but I want you to remember that you are not alone. We are all here for you, every step of the way.”

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

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!

Legally, we were family, listed on the same household register. As a teenage girl, how was I supposed to handle such dramatic change? Especially when I was half in love with him. So I ran. I took the hospital transfer to some remote county. From then on, we lived separate lives. The truth was, part of me married Terence out of spite. I wanted to see if Matthew would come back for me when he found out I was getting married. He didn't. So I let that fantasy go, forced myself to get over him, and settled into being Terence's wife and Ricky's mom.

My phone slipped from my palm and hit the ground, the screen cracking—just like something inside me. I drew a long breath and pressed the doorbell. The door opened, and a little boy poked his head out. He had round cheeks as his eyes sparkled in curiosity. It was the same kid from the photos. He glanced at me and yelled, "Mommy, someone's here!" A moment later, the last person I thought I'd see stepped into view—Yara Silvers, my college roommate. She stopped when she saw me. "Estelle? What a coincidence. How did you know I lived here?"