Larger Than Life Novella Novels & Stories

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

" I wanted to tell Mom that Dad hadn't divorced her because she couldn't cook. It was her obsessive need for control and her paranoid personality that suffocated him and drove him away. But I lacked the courage to say it. I lowered my eyes and followed Mom home submissively, admitting my mistakes to Grayson to protect her pride. That night, he beat me again. Life was truly unfair. Grayson and I were both only five feet and four inches tall, yet he was so much stronger than I was. He had beaten me so badly that I couldn't get out of bed.

If I wanted to cut my losses, the only option was to write something new, fast. I sat down at my desk, cleared my head, and gripped my pen. The Gemini tattoo on my back started to heat up, like something inside me was about to break loose. Nothing I could write would be more suspenseful than what I was living through, so I poured everything into the story. I wove what happened in my last life into the plot. There was no way Bryan could have lived through the same thing as me. After a week, I finished an 80-thousand-word novella. I called Samuel over and handed him the manuscript in person.

VOLUME TEN: A HEAVEN HILL CHRISTMAS Author's Note: These Christmas Novella's are in no particular order – they aren't even in chronological order of the series. It's just one Christmas I picked out of every couple's lives and wrote about it. JESSICA & LAYNE

She told me that there will be a design competition in two months and she is preparing for it. Tired. Her attitude was very relaxed, as if Will was really an ordinary work partner of hers, rather than the ex- girlfriend I heard, dared to take home, and made trouble in the house. People will always be emotionally affected by things around them. Just like yesterday, I started a narrative novel with a sad theme. When I finished reading it at night, my whole body was exuding negative energy. It seems that I can find a little bit of my past in the heroine, but if I think about it carefully, I can see how we are similar.

Nor am I certain the story I want to tell warrants a full-length novel. Bearing all that in mind, I've decided to continue Rhett and Brynlee's story here in the form of a novella, which will start serializing tomorrow. For those of you still here and waiting patiently, thank you so much! Words can never express how grateful I am for each and every one of you! See you back here tomorrow! Cara

There Charlotte identified that Noah has a great interest in basketball. After some half an hour of travel from their house, they all came to the destination. The place looked really very big, sophisticated, and costly. Charlotte was surprised to know that Jaxson owns this? “Come,” he reached out his hand and she held with a smile. They walked inside along with Noah, seeing him, the hotel’s chief came to welcome him. “Hello, Mr. Marcellus. How are you?” that middle-aged man asked. “I am fine, Brando. Everything is fine here?” he asked.

Already married to Hardin Black. Sighing, she pushed the duvets away from over her body and decided to step out of this Goddamn room, where she was caged for a whole day. She felt suffocated. She didn't even felt like crying anymore. She just felt numb at this point. Opening the door, she stepped outside and looked around. There was no one there. Mustering up her courage, Sia turned right and started walking wherever the way was taking her. Eventually, she ended up in a huge lavish living room. The thing she had noticed about this place was lack of memories. There was not even a single picture of Hardin or his family. There were just paintings. Expensive paintings.

Cassian said as he held down Dunley, who was about to get up. "Don't worry about me. Take Anthony and go!" Dunley said grimly. "Go? Do you think you can still go anywhere?" Sneering, Leland got back on his feet. What the hell? Cassian's eyes widened. "You must be wondering why I'm not dead yet, even though you killed my life-bound parasite," Leland remarked smugly. "Well, it's because my life-bound parasite isn't dead." "That's impossible!" Before Cassian made his attack, he'd used the All-Seeing Eye and saw that Leland's life-bound parasite was a tiny bee hiding inside a blood vessel under his ribs. The needle should've killed it for sure.

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.