Life Intended Book Novels & Stories

But the lady ghost are a very bad class of wives. When they see an old boy, they are happy to run randomly. If they eats old boy's brain , the life span of the conifers increases. When Khokon's uncle remembered that, he started chanting Ram's name. I don't care which side of the river it is. The river is the favourite place of fish-eating wives. His screams increased as he remembered that.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

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

I turned around again on my bed trying to find a magic position to make me sleep and forget reality. I just couldn't rest, as I turned around my eyes landed on that one book, that one book I do not like to cslla book , I call it life. I got off my bed and walked to my drawer to pick up my bible. I had gifted one to Desiree and I had one with me. I opened it up and started reading…. One hour later…. I closed down on my bible with a heavy sigh from my lungs. My heart was now steady and normal. I looked at the bible again and just smiled, funny how much life it had and no one seems to understand the gravity it has, the amount of life it gives.

I died in a cellar due to asphyxiation. By the time I woke up again, I found that my soul had reappeared next to my three older brothers. The three of them had just returned to our huge villa. The eldest, Ian Haldeman, and the second eldest, Will Haldeman, were holding our stepsister, Lorelei Surridge's hands. In a kind voice, one of my brothers began, "Thank goodness we got you to the hospital just in time. Otherwise, it might take you a longer time to recover."

“I don’t want to hear any more regarding this, Sebastian. I need to go, we have finals, remember.” I know he cares for me, but sometimes, I can't help but feel that he favors my dad more than me, his own girlfriend. That's one of the reasons that I'm keeping my living arrangements from him. If he knows, then it already a matter of time before my dad knew and I still don't want to talk to him. “So, when will I be invited to your new flat? It's been months since you moved out.” “Uhm, never? I would like to have my own space, Char.”

Strip away the family fortune and reputation, and you've got absolutely nothing. Sebastian's mother was imprisoned because of what happened to Mom, and he was banned from joining Hamilton Corporation. Even so, he never lacked food, clothing, or luxuries. The whole living in the "housekeepers' quarters" story was just his own sob story. His actual room was only slightly smaller than mine. In my previous life, he lived quite lavishly after he went abroad with no one to supervise him. I was curious to see what would happen to him in this lifetime.

Cassian said as he held down Dunley, who was about to get up. "Don't worry about me. Take Anthony and go!" Dunley said grimly. "Go? Do you think you can still go anywhere?" Sneering, Leland got back on his feet. What the hell? Cassian's eyes widened. "You must be wondering why I'm not dead yet, even though you killed my life-bound parasite," Leland remarked smugly. "Well, it's because my life-bound parasite isn't dead." "That's impossible!" Before Cassian made his attack, he'd used the All-Seeing Eye and saw that Leland's life-bound parasite was a tiny bee hiding inside a blood vessel under his ribs. The needle should've killed it for sure.

Too much fire and not enough air. She sat in her study, lights dim, the rain still tapping against the old glass. Before her lay a blank leather-bound book. She dipped the pen in ink, then paused. She wrote: For my son. “The world you inherit is broken. You are not born to fix it. You are born to survive it. This is not a cradle song. This is a manual of war.” She titled the first page: THE BOOK OF BLOOD She stopped. Closed her eyes. Listened to the wind.

Life couldn't be any better. THE END