Life Note Novels & Stories

What I can't tell my mother I tell my grandmother because she is so much more understandable and she is always of good advice. Our life is worth what it cost us in effort. What is life? A delirium. What is life? A shadow, an illusion, and the greatest of goods are hardly counted. Yes, all of life is a dream, and dreams themselves, what are they? Dream!We are all resigned to death; it is to life that we cannot resign ourselves to, the root of the problem is that humans stop at the superficial side of what is life, I know it and I feel it there ' has a lot more than that, and I want to live it, I want to live happy days, when I see other people laughing out loud and going out, having relations

which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me in this ride. I hope you'll read it, like it, vote for it and comment a lot ^_^ That's all I have to say for now. Thank you for your time, see you in the story… ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yunlan's stomach was killing him, he should really learn to take better care of himself. He couldn't remember the last time he had a decent meal or slept a decent amount of hours, and the fact that he had a stressful job and just had more than a couple of drinks with his colleagues didn't help.

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

That's something he told me a long time ago, just after the twins started high school, and I was feeling old and frumpy. At thirty-four, I was far from it, but back then, I felt out of place and out of sorts, and my mind would give me no peace. Now three years later, I'm more sure of myself, more confident in this phase of my life, with just one niggling shadow of darkness that always seems to be there, hanging over me. My life until now has been filled with more joy than that broken child I once was could imagine. I've come a long way from who I had been on that dreary day when I thought my life was over, and yet, every once in a while, amid the joy, there was always this thing that clung.

“Owen, you never used to lie to me.” On my screen was a message from Luna. Somehow, she had found my contact and sent me a video—several minutes long.

“Uhm, never? I would like to have my own space, Char.” “When have I invaded your space, Psyche Johana Montez?” “Uhm… Like every time?” We giggled together as we had our lunch, but then a thought popped up in my mind. “Do you think I should just go home to my dad?” Charlotte is the only other person aside from Sebastian who knows my family, her mom is my mom’s best friend but I only met her when we were twelve after their family moved back to the country and naturally, we became best of friends.

DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW As I sat on the bed, I picked up the watch that had been in the box containing Jacob's belongings. Slipping it onto my wrist, I felt a surge of memories flood back - memories I thought were lost forever. Jacob, my older brother, was more than just a sibling; he was my hero. With his brown eyes, brown hair, and chiseled features, he had inherited our mom's striking appearance. Jacob died in a car accident. His body was ravaged by the intense flames. The only way we were able to identify him was through his trusty wristwatch, which he always wore. The watch now on my wrist was a strong reminder of that fateful day.

"She face so many difficulties in her life but now she's most strong person that I have seen in my life her uncle said. I listenedto them and thought what's happened in her life. I wants to know everything about her. And I know one person who will tell me everything about her. " . . . Please like my story and follow me. Thank you.❤❤❤