Libro De Vida Novels & Stories

I rushed back from out of town overnight when my best friend, Siobhan Coventry, went into labor. After learning that both mother and child were safe, I got teary-eyed with emotion. "Have you decided on the baby's name yet?" I asked. Her smile stiffened unnaturally for a moment. "Leonard Kessler. We'll call him Leo." "Kessler?" I stared at her in surprise. "I thought you said the baby would take your last name. Is his biological father's last name Kessler?" She gave me a vague hum before quickly changing the subject. "Ginny, I've been craving the wraps from that place in the college town." I nodded, forcing my doubts aside, and went out to buy one for her. It was only when I reached the

​My whole world came to a screeching, violent halt. ​I stared at her, my voice barely a whisper. "You... you live there?" ​"Yeah, that’s my house," Diana said with a warm smile. "Live there with my family." ​Oh my God. ​The street beneath my feet felt like it was tilting. My mind went into absolute overdrive, spinning in chaotic circles. Diana lives at my biological parents' address? Is Diana my sister? Was she adopted, too? Or are these her parents? What is going on?!

The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance. "It contains the record of both the good and the evil that each person has done. This book is the ultimate judge of our actions, as it holds the truth of every soul." "The Book of Life will guide us in determining the outcome of this trial," he continued, his gaze piercing as he looked at me. "It will reveal the truth of your actions and help us reach a just verdict."

Still in shape, preserved where time never runs to eat and fade everything away. Winona draws a cunning smile on her face, as she said. “Still as pristine. I wonder if that book is still in here.” She teasingly thought. Knew and all along that the book that she means is still placed and secure within the protection of the library. The book that she loves to read from way past and always, the only book that contains the information of the seven existing worlds. “Seven deadly sins, seven worlds, and the seven books. Maybe I’ll spare a little time to read it again.”

"But life is a Rollercoaster, Liviana. It's a long, fun, and terrifying ride. And there's no getting off until the very end. So, you better enjoy it while it lasts." That woman had taught Liviana a valuable life lesson that day, and more than she knew, she had also given a young, hopeless girl her heart back. She had taught her of the rollercoaster that was life and had given her a new book to read from the cell her parents had her entrapped in. Only this book wasn't like the others. The words weren't the written form of deception and the book wasn't one where she was the side character in the story of her life. Instead, there was nothing. There were no lies, no loopholes, and certainly no g

He couldn’t help but blame this on his rotten luck since he had actually come to the inner court in hopes of stealing the Life Book. That book was a mystical treasure, also known as the Nature’s Book. As long as he got his hands on it, he would finally be able to bring his mother’s soul back to the mortal realm. Elsewise, she wouldn’t be able to leave the nether realm at all. However, it was near impossible to achieve this. The Life Book wasn't on King Sandros' desk, but instead with King Sandros himself. It took him quite a lot to get such information out of the king's concubine, costing him his reputation within the nether realm.

She writes to say that the fourth book — specifically the first movement, the description of the woman who was not unhappy and did not know that not-unhappy was insufficient — saved her life in the sense that the word is never quite right for but the only word available: it gave her the understanding she needed at the moment she needed it to begin her own second life. She does not say what her second life looks like. She says only: I understood the quality of what I was not choosing. And then I chose. Valentina reads the letter twice. She writes back the same day. She writes: I am glad the book found you at the right time. The book was written from fifty years of living what it describes. Th

SAVAGE REBORN. Vespera frowned. She knew every book in this library. She had curated it herself. She pulled the book from the shelf. It felt heavy in her hands—heavier than paper and ink should be. It felt like it held weight. The weight of memory. The weight of time. She walked over to her wingback chair near the window and sat down. She opened the cover. There was no author name. Just a dedication page. For those who were buried, but decided to grow.

Holding a jar of royal jelly, my housekeeper, Mirabelle Cruz, seemed surprised. "Mrs. Pembroke, this is supposed to keep you young and beautiful. I'm too old to benefit from it. You should have it instead." Then, she offered me the jar again. Her hopeful look sent a chill through me. In my previous life, the moment I ate that royal jelly, I started to feel weak. No matter how much care I put into myself after that, all the benefits seemed to go to Mirabelle instead. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd slipped something bad into it.

"We're both dead now. Let's stop pretending, shall we?" His voice was hoarse. "Sandra, I love you…" He did. He truly did. But the pain he inflicted on me was just as real. Seven years of love and devotion had amounted to nothing. In the end, I was torn to pieces, left unrecognizable. We were never meant to be. I was tired—too exhausted to love anymore. Shaking my head, I sighed. "Gavin, let's never meet again in the next life." With that, I turned and drifted toward the afterlife, believing that happiness awaited me in the next world.