Life Force Tony Robbins Novels & Stories

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

There was just a dry, heavy silence. As I was about to hang up, he suddenly said, “Ruth, the doctors say I have cancer. I don’t have long to live.” I responded softly, “Then make the most of your time.” The next second, he choked back a sob and started crying on the phone. Finn had always been a proud and arrogant man. I couldn’t imagine anything that would make him cry. He asked me, “Ruth, if I hadn’t gone abroad back then, do you think we’d be married by now?”

But now, there was no doubt—she was his, and he was hers. As he walked through the garden to collect his thoughts, Spencer couldn’t help but think about how much Shelly had transformed his world. Before her, life had been steady but uninspiring—work, gym, casual outings with Simon and Timmy, and the occasional family dinner. Now, everything felt brighter. Every moment with Shelly felt purposeful, like he was building something meaningful.

He had so many things to be thankful for that he got confused. Dillon's voice inside his head could tell him all day about how much value he has and he would still zoom in on Dillon himself more. It wasn't like Tony thought that he was worthless like he did earlier that year, he just had complete tunnel vision for his man. He had tunnel vision for the man that had actually had the power to change his mindset; he had zoomed in on the one that had the ability to convince him that he did indeed have value. While he was genuinely convinced he had value now, Dillon's influence had increased his value to Tony even more.

VICTORIA I settled into bed with my phone feeling more secure about the message and with a new tingling sensation, something more than excitement. Gabe Russo is like every girl's dream. I've known about him for years, but of course, I never thought I stood a chance. His family is like mega-rich, while ours isn't too shabby, but we're nowhere near their level.

"So, you don't have a physical relationship with your donors?" Tony looked amused. "Two of them are men. Raymond is close to three hundred pounds. I've been trying to convince him to lose weight, but he knows that he's going to live a long life because of me so he eats, drinks, and smokes to excess." He sighed. "I choose my donors a bit older to avoid personal 'entanglements.' No, baby. I don't need a young human hero-worshipping me and begging me to turn them so that I can be stuck with them forever. I don't have a sexual relationship with any of my regulars ... although they would if I would." He looked away. "So, what are you not telling me?"

This time, I’ll take the gentle Arnold, and Elysia shall suffer instead. Her thoughts continued to pour into my mind, sending a chill down my spine. So she had been reborn as well, and somehow, I had gained the ability to hear other people’s thoughts. In my previous life, I married Arnold and lived what everyone believed was a happy, enviable life. He was gentle, attentive, and never raised his hand against me. Wherever I went, he accompanied me, showering me with care and romance.

Barry looked at him with a kind of ARE-YOU-OKAY look. He has just finished checking the stock and is about to close for the day. So what's this fool talking about now? The man shook his head sideways noticing the I-DON'T-BELIEVE-YOU look on his boss face. He quickly showed him the laptop and Barry gasped in shock. He opened his own laptop to check if there's really deflation in there stock. To ensure that his eyes is not playing tricks on him he restarted his personal computer thrice and checked severally.

As soon as Teresa left the room, I reached over for the burner phone and my little recorder that had already been prepped. He fumbled the phone from his pocket and answered on the third ring, and I hit play. His eyes widened, and he started looking around the room as if afraid. I removed the recorder and spoke to him for the first time. "This is Gabriel, Sofia's son. You don't have long to live. In the next few minutes, you will lose the ability to speak, your limbs will atrophy, and your airwave will be blocked."

"He does not believe in the power of a love that is not based on secrets and lies. He does not believe in the man who taught me vulnerability is not weakness—it's the only source of strength. He assumed he could use the memory of a dead love to murder a living love." The electricity in the room had shifted. It was no longer that. It was something else—a charged, nearly heart-wrenching anticipation. They were no longer seeing a corporate giant. They were seeing a man fight to survive. Clarkson Roberts was at the summit stage, no longer a defendant or supplicant. He was a prophet in naval garb, and he was about to deliver a sermon that would make the world change. The room was his. The world w