Lazy Life Novels & Stories

Over the years, Lisa had become so dependent on Dad that she was incapable of working to feed herself. Meanwhile, Jennifer needed tens of thousands of dollars to pay for her hospital bill. Left with no choice, Lisa had gone to beg her old flames for money. She'd ruined many marriages in her youth with her beauty. Now that she'd hit rock bottom, she was mocked and insulted before being able to ask for help. Ultimately, she was almost taken away by human traffickers after failing to get money from her old flames.

And although I have survived, I no longer live. Now… Now not the slightest part of me lives. I am pure darkness. I have always been it. I'll always be. And here I will stay. Alone. Broken. And gloomy. As is the Fake Life that I have created. FINAL Epilogue Verona, a city in northern Italy. RYDER

Liv I sighed, leaning my head back. "Both? I don't know, it's all so fucked, Ava's pregnant, threatens to kill the baby if I don't back off forever, I snap back something mean, Mom slaps me, Dad yells, everyone sides with her, I run out, no purse, end up here classic Liv screw-up, right?"

Daemonikai's body remained stiff like a board. "Some nights, I lay awake, and I can barely breathe from the pain," Vladya’s voice broke. “I envy Zaiper at times. He never craved any of this, and thus, he lives his best life. He’s older, yet his mind is as clear as day, his life fulfilling.” "Zaiper is a vile, twisted little asshat—"

Everyone is given by the God of Life a total of 10 Lifetimes and once they use up all the lifetimes, they will then start their journey into Godliness, and start as a wandering soul. “I'm right, I am dead” she spoke as her head drooped and the usual glistening eyes turned dull, fully blending in with her current identity as a dead, lifeless, soul. She felt bad, but then she understood. She glanced at the woman in yellow lipstick, her face looked pretty decent, short bob hair, white long-sleeved shirt with three buttons open at the top. Her shirt was tucked inside a yellow pencil skirt and on her shoulder is an animal printed scarf. She heard that this woman is called Paisley.

Read me, stupid!

On my past life, I usually write more than this everyday to pass very exams and to get good grades to maintain my scholarship. 'Well, it's really no wonder that I am feeling tired even just after writing for a bit. After all, I have lived a princess life for seventeen years so of course I will get use to an easy life. On my past life, I am almost a beggar while here, I am an elegant princess'

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

the man in his mid-thirties exclaimed. My ears are getting sore with all this noise and a couple fighting with some kind of affair. Cheating. Perhaps it's human nature to find something new when they got bored with what they have for a long time. Like how we declutter our closet to get rid of the things we find no interest in already. They say if somebody asked for a second chance then spare them, oh please I don't believe in that crap. As I had said earlier, human nature is human nature! "Oh, kid grow up! You deserve better than that. You know the secret of living longer is to not have a man in your life---at all." a middle-aged woman spoke.

CHAPTER 1 I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life? I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.