Lazy Life Novels & Stories

It has become her one and only dream in life. It's been a week, since she has joined the university. Almost every student in the university, belonged to a rich and well known family, except for her and some other scholarship students. Sia had finally got to know about the lavish lifestyle of people. Everyone was arrogant and was proud of what their family had earned for them, so they can live their lives, peacefully.

“I’m sick!” Old Master Shaw frowned. “You are sick!” Goldie nodded. “I have less than 20 years to live! But I don’t want to die. I haven’t climbed mountains or waded through rivers, I haven’t travelled the world, I haven’t been in a relationship, I haven’t…There are so many things I haven’t accomplished yet, but my doctor told me I have at most 12 years left to live. 12 years is enough for me, but if I get an abortion, I might not survive the operation.” Goldie looked at him pitifully.

I can feel so alive. strangely, he can remember songs from past life maybe he has still had some memories from past lives, it was his favourite song, lie to live. tomorrow morning, he meets with Loriana at the cafe shop. ariel was tired because he was overwhelmed, he was yawning while meeting. Loriana;- what are you doing tomorrow, you look tired, you should take more care of your health or you get sick human are weak they die so early. ariel:- that was nothing, I was just masturbating, what do you expect from me, I am alive and kicking don't worry.

I can't help but smile and laugh as I recall the events that happened tonight. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I knew by the moment I saw Heather that she and Pheobe were gonna cause trouble. By the looks of it, none of my family members, except for my grandfather and me, knows that Psyche is also from a well-off family. Since we didn't lie to my grandfather about how we met, I guess everyone just assumed that she's struggling with finances that's why she rented my place for cheap. Heather and Pheobe kept making remarks about that and I was honestly shocked that Psyche maintained her sweet smile through the night.

Being dyslexic sucks. I'm just going to call him Mr. Asshole. Why? Because he put Wyatt next to me. And you may be thinking, "But Lyra that's totally irrational! It goes by the roster which goes by last name and his last name is Matthews!" well, then Wyatt can be called asshole too for having the last name Matthews.

Chase Lister, my junior in university, spread his arms wide, firmly shielding me behind him. He frowned and looked at Mom and Dad with disgust. "I've never seen parents as shameless as you two!" he shouted. "Why should you sacrifice one child's life for the sake of the other? "What's so good about Jane? She's just a useless, spoiled trust-fund brat! How can you be so biased? She doesn't even hold a candle to Yvonne! You two must be completely blind to trade a diamond for a piece of glass!"

“What about your parents? Your family, you must be missing them being here…” “My parents are dead.” Lisa said bluntly. “And I don’t have any family. It’s just me. So there’s no one to miss.” She smiled tightly, not wanting to see the same look people always gave her when they heard and wanted to somehow show their sympathy at her loss. “That sounds quite lonely.” Phillip said without thinking and lisa just shrugged. She’d gotten use to being lonely. Lonely was her life and being in this world didn’t make any less so than her own one.

Alex works as an advertising Manager at an unpopular window sales firm. He does not stand out special appearance and high intelligence. In his youth, he did not achieve great athletic achievements, and at the moment he does not go to the gym, so he does not Shine with an Apollonian physique. Academically, he was also a mediocre student, but still he was able to graduate in Economics. Well, he can count, that can't be taken away from him. However, he does not have great connections, so he does not have a high career chair. In his personal life, he cannot find his one and only destiny, so he has to watch a romantic Comedy all alone. He lives from paycheck to paycheck, so he has to count every

Full of life. That's the real story. Not death. Not tragedy. Not impossible soul transference. Just life. Beautiful, messy, ordinary, extraordinary life. Finally. Completely. Forever. New beginning. Every day. Every moment. Every choice. New beginning. Always.

His eyes shone now, just at the edges. “I never saw this coming,” I admitted. “I thought my life was going to be fluorescent lights, beeping machines, shitty coffee, one‑night stands, and group texts with Lilah complaining about men.” Some laughter. Lilah cackled outright. “I didn’t think ‘happily ever after’ was a thing people like us got,” I said. “We’re too… much. Too loud. It's too complicated. Too… trauma‑flavored.” Naomi hummed in agreement.