Life Note Novels & Stories

A month later Joni Life... A period between birth and death. "Life is short" is what people say and that's the truth. I never used to believe that until today. As usual, my gorgeous boyfriend thought it best to take me out on a date seeing as we're almost ticking the last of the boxes on my never have I ever list but a part of me knows he's very excited about number 99 and 100 and I am too but I'm just not as excited as he is.

Maybe, this is can be refrence for nex birthday😀😀🤗🤗🤗🤗 Thank you for reading🤗🤗🤗

No matter how difficult it may be to do for me today. It may be challenging. But it's pretty easy to excel in life. I will apologise to myself. I shouldn't begin my life on a negative note. I need to be brave to see life differently. I need to excel. Yes, I need to grow in life. I have grown stronger than who I have been those dead years. Not dead years. Years passed by. I don't very much appreciate the word death or dead in usage. I end my day's note with a new quote: "Maybe there is a super microbe which, if present in large numbers in my body, can make me live forever." I may be right in that. I will explore it today.

It was there that I met Luna Jensen. She had made a bet during a car racing match and broken a leg. Oftentimes, she would go behind her doctor's back and sneak up here to drink. When I asked her if she had won the bet, she shot me such an exuberant and warm smile. "Of course I did! With only a 0.01-second difference, too. There's no way I would lose." The day we were discharged, she held me back and handed me a love letter, her blush flushing her cheeks.

I ran toward the crowd, toward the people who had chosen to celebrate the life I had rebuilt. They surrounded me and began singing "Happy Birthday." In the warmth of their voices and the glow of the candles, I closed my eyes and made the first wish of my life that truly belonged only to me. "To a life well lived, Cindy!" The candles went out. Cheers rose around me. I took a bite of cake and watched the last edge of the sun sink behind the mountains. All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to.

And when I say everywhere, what I mean is under the bed, inside my bathroom, on the floor, and even under the bed sheets. After cleaning everything, I jumped to my bed and stared at the ceiling. This is life. Work. Rest. Stare. But I know, this is not a life for everyone. This is a life for a 21- year old who's life means nothing to her. My life only revolves inside in a very small place. And believe me, the last time I went to the mall is when I was seven and I can't barely remember the whole detail about it. I also don't know how the school looked like. Trust me when I say my life is the most boring life someone could ever lived.

he added and I glanced at him dumbfounded. "I made him Life," I muttered and my father nodded. "Yes Sebastian, you can create Life and extinguish it as well, you have combined tattoos now because your Life power sparked Miguel's Life gift, he is a Life," he explained and I bit my lip looking worriedly at Miguel. He shrugged it off. "It's okay Baz, I don't mind being immortal and being with you, I really love you a lot," he told me with a brilliant smile. I inhaled deeply and whistled in my shock over all the information I was receiving. Miguel grabbed me and pulled me to his side.

They say cherish the memories of your love one's that have died but remembering everything about that person and then you realizing that it's only memories and you won't be able to make more memories with them is the worst form of toture. It only makes you miserable. I once had a beautiful and peacefull life that wasn't full of death and misery. I was ready to start a family with the love of my life but unfortunately the universe didn't agree with it. Fate had decided to take him and our unborn baby away from me. I lost my mother and baby sister. My older brother Alessandro was killed on his way home. The only people I have left in my dark and misrebale life is my dear father, twin brother a

The doc finally said I've three months left and if I tried I can get better. Brad and granny were heartbroken, but I knew how to cheer them up with my special yummy baking. Let it be for a day only. As the days passed a thought dwelled in my mind. Never once I lived for myself. Everything I did. I did for others so I made my 'to do' list. The things I wanted to do before dying and I will do them all in my last month of December. And well I'm writing this letter in October and it will get to you probably after two months of my expiry hehe. I sound creepy right ;)

I drove my car to a friend's auto repair shop for a routine inspection after my father, Nathan Ashley, finally returned it. He'd borrowed it for a month and even stuffed the trunk with boxes of local specialties from his hometown. A few minutes later, my friend slid out from beneath the car, his face drained of color. "Lyla, who did you piss off? Someone cut halfway through your brake line." A chill raced through my body as I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, someone cut my brake line." The sound of poker chips clacking echoed through the phone. He answered without the slightest concern, "Oh. I had Lillian do it. That old junker of yours was falling apart anyway." My voice