Life Is Beautiful Novel Novels & Stories

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

Everything about the place was beautiful when one has the right emotions to enjoy its blossom. “I have lived a lie all my life,” She was not looking at Zita, be she saw the surprised on the girl’s face from the corner of her eyes. “What do you do when you wake up and discover that all your life had been a lie, something someone had said just to get at other people?” She turned her bright eyes to Zita. “What are you talking about?” Zita could not help but feel confused. “Life Zita,” She turned back to the garden. Her eyes fell upon some bee that buzzes the air and perched on one of the blue flowers, “life could be so twisting and confusing. I don’t even know who to believe or what to believe.

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

At that moment, I saw the words on the title page. "To Alice: Life is beautiful, precious, and worthy of awe." My gaze froze. I stroked the words. They were beautiful—handwritten and old. They appeared in every book Joan gave me, and she told me it was written by my mother. I hadn't met her, and to this day, I couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence. If life was beautiful, then why were those shifters so awful? If life was precious, why was my existence a curse? If life was worthy of awe, why has no one ever respected me?

Only a small light radiated from the machine beside her bed, thereby brightening the space. She stayed quiet all through looking up at the ceiling. There was no more strength in her to cry. She could only stare. Just a deep silence erupted from within. She could still feel the bandages on her, and the weight of her face, her disfigured face. She didn’t want to cry anymore. What was the point of living? Her father was gone, who was always her backbone, and her beauty was gone, which made her stand out more than anyone else. Her life… was now meaningless

Felt like. “What’s on your mind?” Her voice broke into my thoughts. She was now sitting upright on the beach lounger, one of her manicured hands holding a novel that she’d barely paid attention to in the one hour we’d spent there. I stared at her, saying nothing at first. Then, returning my gaze to the surfers, I said, “nothing much. Just thinking about how good life has become.” “Are you sure that’s all you’re thinking about?” Her gaze fell briefly to the hand I had on her lap. She probed me with her eyes, her twitching lips showing that she was holding back a smile.

“Real life is can’t be more beautiful than this, my love, my Sky, my princess, my baby and after her naming ceremony I just want to make both of my life much stronger, they won’t be timid like Sky when she was young. After that I will punish my Sky’s every culprit in a worst way that anybody could ever be punished and then after that a perfect peaceful life forever.” Steve was talking to himself and planning about the perfect future when the knob of bathroom door clicked and Skylar came out wearing a beautiful pink long floral dress. Steve mesmerized seeing the morning beauty in front of him. Skylar turned her face and saw Steve was lying on the keeping his both hands under his head and star

Life couldn't be any better. THE END

Gently, she raised her head to the figure in front of her, the sun shone on his brown skin which made the golden contrast shine. He was neatly and gorgeously dressed. He's tall and slender body looked enchanting as well. Taking in his full countenance, she exclaimed; ”Oh my God!” T.B.C Hi, I'm bella by name. Thanks for joining me on the journey of this novel of mine. I hope you read to the end. Also, I need you to understand that I love interactive readers. Meaning, I love to read my readers comment. Even if you don't like the novel, kindly comment why so I would improve.

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith