Life Never Gave Us Lemons Novels & Stories

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

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.

“Can’t you even put up with such a small thing as this for me? Listen, Amelia. We aren’t leaving this place today. We’ll stay until the party ends. Charlotte, treat her wound. “Whoever helps Amelia will be considered to be against the whole Rolling Stones.” His words sounded like a sentence. Charlotte grew triumphant. She lifted my injured arm as if it were a rag doll. “Don’t worry, Ethan. I’ve treated wounds like these many times before. First, we need to disinfect them.” She grabbed a glass of liquor and poured it straight onto my wound. The burning pain made my weak heart stop for a moment. My mind cleared a little. I spat up blood and managed to say with difficulty, “M-my father… Reece…

"Ruby had a relapse. I stayed with her at the hospital. You know she's an orphan. She doesn't really have anyone else to turn to. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." He stepped toward me and reached out, trying to pull me into his arms. But I stood up and took a step back, just in time to slip out of his reach. "I'll go heat up your dinner," I said softly. Caleb nodded, a little ashamed. "Thanks, Zoe. I promise I'll make it up to you in a week." I lowered my head and said nothing. "Make it up to me? There's no 'future' for us anymore. I've only got 48 hours left to live," I thought.

Like a woman who wants a husband who is rich and famous, also handsome but can only find the latter part and none of the former. If inexplicably she does find a husband who's rich, famous, and handsome but would get heart broken in the end to find he has concealed several mistresses just a short year after they exchange their wedding vows in front of God and all the attendees in the church. That's why the learned ones say that when life gives you lemons, you can do nothing but only make some lemonade. This is not for you to drink your sorrows away as teardrops fall down your eyes in calculation of the what-ifs of your life but it is a lesson of acceptance and tenacity.

Melissa smiled as she took the bottle if lemonade to the kitchen "I do watch porn, get supper horny like a dog but end up rubbing my uhm with my finger" "Is uhm even a word?" Leah fell to the ground hard "ouch! That hurts!". "You are impossible Melissa Harts". Molly stood up "That's why i love you". She walked to the kitchen to find many empty packs of smoothie and juice, she also noticed the lemonade and frown. "Seems weird. We have nothing to celebrate with except the lemonade from my ex friend". She shouted from the kitchen. "What do we have over there?" Sam yelled.

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

But when I saw Tatiana's name on the screen, I was genuinely shocked. In both lives, we had never exchanged a private phone call. We both loved Matthew. In my past life, I refused to give him up, and she hated me for a lifetime. She even taught my own son to reject me. In this life, I retreated first. I removed myself from everything and escaped to the far Northern Territory. I never imagined we would speak at all. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Why aren't you coming back for the Full Moon Festival?" Her voice was stiff and unfriendly. It completely lacked warmth.

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

All of his behind-the-scenes dealings, from extramarital affairs to some other shady shit on the job, had been dug up and broadcasted to all and sundry by Pop, who then turned his sights on anyone else involved; it was a bloodbath without shedding any blood and Levi has been having a ball with it all. Life, for all intents and purposes, has been plodding along. Right now, the twins are filling out college applications, and I can't help but wonder if Gianna has continued her education somewhere. After almost two years (I know the day the month the hour almost to the second, but I'm not going there), you'd think thoughts of her would dwindle, but they haven't, not even a little bit. I still lo