Life Is Messy Book Novels & Stories

"Yes, course I would first ask for help, cause I kinda suck at this whole, I like you, and want to know more about you, situation." "So basically-" "I've only hump and dump. I don't get involved cause my lifestyle can be a bit too much. And girls just flirt with me and then bam, they opened their legs and I would take them to pound town." "Yet here you are, a marshmallow." I laughed. "And willing to give this a try." "Marshmallows are soft and little. I am extremely big and hard." I turned extremely red. This man, is going to drive me insane if he keeps saying stuff like that.

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.

I said. My face was pale as death, and a nagging ache twisted in my stomach. It was an old pain that had been with me ever since I spent those three years in that cellar. Every day, I ate stale bread and lumpy mashed potatoes that had been sitting out forever. The bread was so thick and dry that it was almost impossible to swallow. Panic flashed across Henry's face. It was something I hadn't seen in ages. "Sabrina, I swear I didn't know! Do you think I'm lying?" he asked.

Personally, I want to see what's in that book. I'd spent yet another evening thinking about her. She's the first thing in life that had taken my focus off the endgame, which is not exactly a good thing. I didn't make provisos for being sidetracked because until one day ago, I didn't think there was anything that could sway me from my path. But something about her situation keeps pulling at me, and I know I won't rest until I get to the bottom of this shit.

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

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!

Beside it was a handwritten rendition of a line from a poem, written by the poet, Shamus Upshaw. "Through life's ups and downs, I walk ever on, unmoved by storms or fair weather." Over in a corner of the study stood a vase as tall as a person. In it were a few dried eucalyptus branches that added a unique sensibility to the place. A wooden bookcase was positioned flush against the western wall, and it was filled with thousands of threadbound volumes. After taking a seat on a wooden chair, Ambrose said, "My name is Ambrose Landon. I'm Serena's father."

She sat in the corner of her cell all day without sleep, murmuring to herself over and over that it was all her fault. "Zachary, I'm sorry… If there's a next life, I promise I'll make it up to you." Without thinking, I immediately responded, "That won't be necessary, Mom. I don't want to be your son in the next life." As if she could suddenly see me, Mom turned toward me and exclaimed, "Zachary, you came to visit me! I knew you couldn't bear to leave me." I was startled, but I tried speaking to her again.

Chaos. If there is a word that best describes what is currently happening in my life, that will be chaos. It is raining heavily outside and I am riding a bus towards my parent’s house in my hometown, Viewmonte. Nothing much happened actually, my bestselling book has been accused of being plagiarized, my company hasn’t taken the time to investigate and are deciding whether to fire or file a complaint against me, and my boyfriend of 7 years has told me that he wants to stop everything between us. What a lucky life, huh?

This day has been more than atrocious, the emotional overload that this has discharged on me due to each of these events are unprecedented since they have been very consecutive, so much has been the case that I have not even been given the time to fully digest each one individually and thus understand them properly. Everything has been a complete chaos, the very odyssey of an endless story. Life itself is very complicated and difficult to deal with with all its ups and downs that sometimes slow us down suddenly while added to this there are surprising stumbles that while out of nowhere form a cluster of inconsistencies that stop our path and without a doubt this does not make much difference