Life And Death Book Novels & Stories

That evening, after Caroline had gone to bed, Ernest sat in the study and wrote in his journal: May, thirty-fifth year. Caroline came to stay. She said: The five books are about this life in the form of an argument. The four written books are the arguments arrived at. The fifth — the living — continues. Every journal entry. Every ordinary morning. The fifth book continues as long as life continues. I said: the building is forever because the fifth book does not end. The living is the building. The building is the living. Both things are true and have always been true and will continue to be true.

- Then what is the point of this was, what happened to you? - Everything in my life was for me to write my biographical book "Madman". "Why did God want you to write this book?" "I don't know the answer to that question, but I know that everything makes sense, and even the most senseless death, as it seems to us. - Tell us about the circumstances of your rescue.

So why? Why am I dying already? I reached out the book from my bag. I was on my way home but I decided to stop by the local bookstore to buy my book. I heard it was trending so I wanted to check it out, then, before I knew it, I got caught in a car crash. I’m dying. I was really dying. Fate was too cruel, it's so unfair. Then it was nothing. The darkness surrounded me and I was certain I drew my last breath. But just then, something miraculous happened.

I even called out Lily’s name. But no matter how much I screamed, my voice eventually gave out. No one came to help me. I thought about giving up. My life was already ruined, and everyone hated me. So what was the point of staying alive? I hugged my tattered bag to my chest, the notebook inside pressing painfully against me. I traced the words on the cover. Those were the words I had written when I felt like I could not go on in prison. A cellmate had told me to write them down. “Stay alive! Emily York wants to stay alive!”

Reminiscing the past, he sadly smiled at the book he was holding - feeling the roughness of the cover and softly whispered the title of the book "My Life from now on," He said those words because it's the title of the book. That's the title because he's the one who created the book. It was his biography from the moment he entered the dukedom, then again he remembered that night where he was saved by the two people he respected so much that he was willing to give up his life. But to his regret, he wasn't able to protect them when the time had come to make them apart from the world

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Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

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!

I knew he blamed me too, for taking away his mom. Dad was different as well. Sure, he went through the motions—work, eat, sleep—but the lightness had vanished from his face. I caught him one day, burning Emma's diaries in the garden. He said they were too heavy, that it would not be good for Calvin to read them later. When the last page turned to ash, I watched him cough up blood. I changed too. I was not a kid anymore; I had to be the rock for Dad and Calvin.

"Zoe!" Caleb's voice trembled with fear and panic. As my consciousness faded, I felt no fear, only a strange sense of relief. Was it finally ending? I thought I had 24 hours left. Had it come even sooner? Maybe that was better. At least I wouldn't have to suffer through the pain eating away at me anymore. "Caleb, the journal on the nightstand and the voice recording are my parting gifts to you. Please remember to take a look," I thought.