Life Of Pi Kindle Novels & Stories

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

Leonardo Pov Seeing my figlia (daughter) for the first time in mine and her life was the single best and saddest moment of my life. The moment I saw her I knew she was mine, my figlia I didn't need the DNA test I hadn't seen it anyway. She was so small and scared, curled up like an injured uncellino (baby bird) my heart broke for her and my rage boiled because of what fucker did to her. I wanted to approach her and hug her tight in my arms. I couldn't though because she was so scared even when I made a single step she flinched and watched my every move. I hated that she was so on guard but I understood and moved with caution.

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!

My grandmother's hand was really cold. So cold it sent a shiver down my spine. She went in closer toward me with a child-like wonder in her eyes. "Zack is coming back, right? I heard it on the phone. Is he giving me a surprise?" My heart tightened. It felt as if someone were squeezing it hard. Zack and I had grown up without our parents. We survived on scraps because our grandmother raised us by scavenging trash. She always said, "Once you two are old enough, I will finally get to enjoy my life."

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.

Slowly, his laughter was laced with stifled sobs. I patted his head. "Hey now, no waterworks. I'm turning into an angel soon. I'll be getting wings and a halo! You should be throwing me a congratulatory party." His voice wavered, caught between a laugh and a sob. "What kind of angel goes through all this suffering..." "Doesn't matter. I wouldn't have it any other way." … [In the Next Life — April 12, 2024, 3:09 PM — I Wonder If Anyone Is Still Waiting For Me To Come Home For Dinner]

I didn't expect, though, to see the news one day. Joe had exposed his identity. His enemies, who had hated him for years, found him all at once. He didn't survive the night. His death was horrific—his body tortured beyond recognition; his limbs and head were missing. Yet, he had died smiling. According to witnesses, his last words were, "Son, I've come to redeem you." Staring at the news, my phone suddenly notified me of a massive transfer. Only then did I realize—it was Joe, sending me every bit of his remaining funds before he died.

There was just a dry, heavy silence. As I was about to hang up, he suddenly said, “Ruth, the doctors say I have cancer. I don’t have long to live.” I responded softly, “Then make the most of your time.” The next second, he choked back a sob and started crying on the phone. Finn had always been a proud and arrogant man. I couldn’t imagine anything that would make him cry. He asked me, “Ruth, if I hadn’t gone abroad back then, do you think we’d be married by now?”

Lani squealed trying to flee from her fathers unbearable tickling. "You can run but you can't hide!" he shouted as he caught the little girl in his large arms and spun her around. Her laughter echoed throughout the house making it seem welcoming and full of life when, really, it was the opposite. Though, despite the quarrels with his wife after the clock reached 11, Denzell Pierce loved his family - Kahlani. The feeling of holding her little hands and knowing in his heart that she was his was a feeling like no other, a sentiment he would never be able to describe to anyone. Settling on Lani's small single bed, Denzell engulfed his baby into a hug as he did every night. Working for the FBI wa

I said as we listened to the two adults bickering down the hall as Dave finally caught Trish, "Same, but our parents are too worried about money and their images," Dime replied rolling her eyes at the thought of our parents, "But they could have still loved us," I replied in a small voice as Dave and Trish walked back to my room and heard Dime and I conversing, "That is true they could have loved us, but they chose to love their money and fame more than their own children. If we had Dave and Trish as parents our lives would have been so different, we would be different," Dime confessed as she looked at me with a small smile,