Novel & Cerita Life Is Messy Book

*You have no idea what others are dealing with in their personal life so just be nice, its that simple! This book is a complete work of fiction, No name, event or happening in this book are real. If any is found common or same as real life event or happening, then it is coincidental and shouldn't be taken personally or seriously. I apologize in advance for any error you may find in this book. Please constructive comments are welcomed, (I'll reply) but any annoying comment would be ignored and deleted. 💛 Flourish Ruth Felix (also known as love_richie)

I looked at him. Saw the boy who used to hang upside-down in an alley. Saw the man learning to stand upright in someone else’s life. And I said, “Then let’s stay messy.” 💌 Want to move into Part 11,? We can explore what “staying” really looks like—maybe with new challenges, tender wins, or even a moment of letting others in. Let’s see what this story grows into next. You’re the heartbeat here. Ready for more?

“Never judge a book by its cover. Having a coworker like her is seriously the biggest stain on my life.” I ignored everyone’s mocking comments and simply smiled as I escorted Elijah and his group out. After everything I went through in my previous life, words like these meant nothing to me anymore.

I hope her journey reminds you that even when life feels messy, we can still choose who we want to be and who we let into our lives🥹. I can’t thank you enough for reading🫶🏼. It means the world to me🙂‍↕️. And hey....stick around for my next book😌✨ With love, Heppie Leo

Just a long, open margin where the story keeps going— messy, unfinished, alive. And if there is meaning in that, it is not written here. It is lived.

I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned up side down. How fate decided to toy with me, and treated me like a ragdoll. Tossing me upside down, taking me to my breaking point. Over and over again. This is not a book for the faint hearted. There will be tragic sadness loss of a mate. The gruesome demon slaughtering. The struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark and sensually erotic.

Thank you so much for supporting and following up with the book Tangled Life, by tomorrow we get to see the end of the story, having a wedding, a dream wedding, and the happiness that they deserve. If you enjoy reading my first book, please, consider moving on to another of my books, "Love in Coat of Hate" which I recently signed on this Platform. Thank you so much for reading this book Tangled Life. If you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review or recommending it to a friend, and don't forget to vote and comments

He lives by the book. But when he finds his mate in the girl that uses that book as a paperweight on her obnoxiously cluttered shelf, he finds his life of perfect peace and structure blown into bits and scattered like the confetti he can picture her dancing in. He does not have time for some free-spirit hippy type to come prancing into his life and turning it upside down. She says that he needs color in his life but he is happy with the black and white. The last thing he needs is the chaos that she brings to his well-structured life.

“Don't bottle it up, Allie. The more you repress what you feel the worse you're going to feel. To face the world, life and your illness with a good face you must be brave and let out what is making you suffer. Let go. I know it is scary to be face to face with that feeling that haunts you day and night but when you face it you will see that it was not as gigantic as you thought” When the session comes to an end I leave the office in search of mom, I walk so absorbed in my thoughts that I inadvertently bump into someone's hard chest and make the coffee I was carrying on his shirt spill out. My eyes widen like saucers and I shake nervously. Great, Allie. The queen of awkwardness should dub you

She used to write about kindness in the journal she carried everywhere. Whenever life became overwhelming, I'd open one of those pages and remind myself that good people still existed. Standing here now... I was beginning to believe it again. "Aya?" Jamey's sleepy voice floated through the hallway. "In here!" A few seconds later, my younger brother wandered inside without looking where he was going, his nose buried inside a thick book. "Pancakes," he muttered automatically. Then his foot slammed into one of the stools. "Ouch." He looked up.