Life Of Pi Novels & Stories

Sofia *** I look around at my life, and I still can't believe that it's mine. When I stepped into this country for the first time all those many years ago, I could never have imagined that one day I would find love and family. That the dark cloud hanging over me would one day recede to let the light in again. Back then, my heart had no room for anything but the vengeance that beat within it. I wanted only to bear a son, a son who would one day avenge me of the wrongs done to me.

Chris was there, unshaven, and when he saw I was awake, he angrily asked, “Do you really want to die that badly?” “Yes,” I answered. He stood there, stunned. He suddenly looked confused. “Why? You’re so young, you…” I was still young. But every second I was alive felt like a struggle. I was wasting away, losing weight and energy day by day, with no appetite for anything. Watching me grow thinner and weaker, Chris didn’t know what else to do. He had them put in a feeding tube. The doctor told Chris, “She’s lost the will to live. At this rate, she doesn’t have much time left.”

Anthony had come back to life too. He confessed, "In our previous life, I didn't marry you, it was Holly. Your parents claimed she was my savior, but I just couldn't warm up to her. That's why, when the time came to move on, I asked to be sent to the coldest, most remote outpost, hoping to get away from her. Sure enough, she couldn't stand the bleakness of the frontier and hightailed it back to Riverton in no time.

He looked after her with care and devotion. Just like he promised me at my grave, he never bonded with anyone else. But for the future of the pack, he adopted a boy from an orphanage. The boy had the same blue eyes as I did. Years later, that child inherited the pack. Caleb passed away one early spring morning. He had gone peacefully in his sleep while holding a photo of me in his arms. I was the only thing he never let go of.

In my previous life, I began to age at lightning speed soon after I fired Mirabelle. To be honest, it puzzled me. Mirabelle was only in her 40s, yet I ended up looking like I was in my 60s or 70s. Why was that? I had only just swallowed my fear when something horrifying struck. All of a sudden, I felt a foreign object in my mouth. When I spat it out, I found two of my teeth lying in my palm.

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?”

"What matters is what you promised me." Back in college, we squeezed into that basement apartment, and he held my hand as he said, Mara, when I have money, we'll go see the aurora. The aurora symbolizes eternal love. I waited ten years. He took someone else. The light came on again. Preston's face looked wretched under the cold white glow. "It was work." His voice was hoarse. "Bethany speaks Korean. "The partner for the Northreach project was a Korean company, and she went as the interpreter.

My parents used lottery tickets to decide our allowances because they wanted to train and educate my younger sister, Elena Carter, and me. Every week before we returned to school, we would be given five lottery tickets. Whatever amount we scratched would be our weekly allowance. Elena was always lucky. She would always win at least a hundred dollars, and she would spend the money on good meals, dresses, and even buying her roommates coffee. The most I had won was 15 dollars, and most of the day, all I got was a few dollars. At the height of my bad luck, all five lottery tickets would end up being losing tickets. I had to rely on the two dollars I managed to save last week. When I asked

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.

Living felt worse than dying, and she sank into complete despair. Just when she thought she would die there, someone suddenly bailed her out. She thought her name had finally been cleared. Hope flickered back to life, only for that person to knock her unconscious. When Serena woke again, she realized she had been taken to an underground slave farm. This was the darkest corner of the entire pack. Inside were Rogues exiled for crimes, slaves abandoned by their masters, and captives from rival packs. They were forced to fight each other for scraps of food.