Life Is Messy Book Novels & Stories

"But life is a Rollercoaster, Liviana. It's a long, fun, and terrifying ride. And there's no getting off until the very end. So, you better enjoy it while it lasts." That woman had taught Liviana a valuable life lesson that day, and more than she knew, she had also given a young, hopeless girl her heart back. She had taught her of the rollercoaster that was life and had given her a new book to read from the cell her parents had her entrapped in. Only this book wasn't like the others. The words weren't the written form of deception and the book wasn't one where she was the side character in the story of her life. Instead, there was nothing. There were no lies, no loopholes, and certainly no g

"It has been a long fairly self-sufficient journey, Henry, and I wasn't sure I was going to last with this book considering my level of education, knowledge of words and sentence construction. To be honest, I have thought of throwing this book away and not completing it but I can't because it is my life's work. I find myself telling stories on days when I have nothing to write about and I am not sure if the stories I tell are amazing stories or just a piece of shit that people are going to struggle to read. But, my entire life's work lies in what I am writing. I know it doesn't sound decent for me to call it my life work since I have been writing it in less than a year but I have to admit, I

Bethany lowered her head and cried for a long time. I sent her the studio's address and contact information, then stood. "Work hard. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't. Life is long. Don't waste your time on someone else's man." I turned and left. Outside the cafe, the sunlight was bright. The comments exploded. [The villainess repaid resentment with kindness???] [I'm crying. She helped Bethany.] ["You don't even count as a supporting character in my life" is so fierce.]

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

Ellie responded, making Giselle slightly chuckle She ordered her coffee right away. They waited for a while for the coffee shop staff to finish brewing the coffee before heading out. Giselle turned around and suddenly bumped into someone, spilling coffee all over her hands, and to the person she bumped into. The burning hot coffee was dripping in her hands, causing her to immediately put it on the table. She was about to say sorry to the other person, but she heard it shriek “Oh my gosh! You ruined my designer coat!”

I had finally changed my fate completely in this life. As I walked out of the bureau, sunlight poured over me. It was warm and gentle. Wynnie followed behind me numbly. Just as I was about to get into a taxi, she suddenly called out, “Miles, do we still have a chance to start over?” I did not even turn around. I only replied in a cold voice, “I’m not someone who stoops to that level, so don’t humiliate yourself in front of me. From now on, we’re strangers.”

I was just about to wrap my arms around him for a comforting embrace when an unsightly face caught my eye nearby. The face was a mess of contorted features, with strands of hair escaping the confines of slick, dark braids. The moment its mouth opened, it was nothing but gripes and groans.

"I don't understand what you mean, Melanie. The whole nation envies you for marrying a man like him. You have a net worth people can only dream of, and life's perfect for you. I'd never set you up." She darted ahead and grabbed my sleeve. "Don't play dumb with me! He married you in our previous lives! You knew he was a monster, but you were waiting for me to step right into it! You didn't tell me anything! You knew! You knew!" I flung her hand away and sneered. "Ah, so you finally get it. You're not the only one reborn with memories." … In my previous life, I kindly made a bowl of meatball stew for Jonathan. He was a vagrant back then.

I looked at each of them: Ares, our anchor; Kevin and Kelsey, our wild, growing branches; and my father, who was finally home where he belonged. "Life is a lot like a kaleidoscope," I said, my voice cutting through the noise. They all turned to look at me, their faces softening. "The pieces are always shifting. It can be messy, and sometimes you can't see the pattern at all. But if you look long enough, you realize every turn of the lens creates something beautiful." I reached out, laying my hand over Ares’s.

Like maybe, just maybe, she didn’t hate me in this moment. And that meant more than I could ever say out loud. This wasn’t a business dinner. It wasn’t a strategy meeting or a plan to clean up a mess. This wasn’t damage control or manipulation or trying to look good in public. It was just the three of us. A man, a woman, and a little boy who had no idea how much his presence had changed everything inside me. This was life. Real, quiet, messy, beautiful life. The kind of life I had spent years avoiding.