Life Of Pi Novels & Stories

Bisi's Pov Being single was not all I thought it would be, I feel so lonely and miserable. No wife, no friend, no companion, worst of all no love. I used to have them all but now nothing, my life feels vacant and void, engulfed by the darkness that is almost touchable. My life is a complete mess, it would require a whole lot of hard work and forgiveness to get my life back on track.

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.

After all, I was turning 20 in a couple of days. I still couldn't believe I was turning twenty though. It felt so unreal. I mean, it's me. I still felt so immature and unready for life; even though life had hit me hard a lot of times in the past. It's amazing how I've been through so much in just 19 years of my life. And all through my life, year 19 had to be the most dramatic and disastrous one. A lot had gone on in just this one year. In one year, I dated a murderer, serial killer and chronic abuser.

“I have been waiting for you for the past one hour... Where were you? “Junaid said in response to Arham’s greetings. “You should have informed me about your arrival... “Arham said, signing him to sit down and settled beside him. “I didn’t inform you because I thought you will come home in a while... look It’s way past the working hours? “Junaid glared at him. “What can I say, earning is a tough job, “Arham said, shrugging His shoulder. “Arham, working hard is a good thing but overworking yourself and having no personal life isn’t worth it... Balance is a must, “He said, worry invaded in his voice. “Uncle, I have a personal life, better than anyone else, don’t worry... “ Arham said in a meani

" And then she offered me her hand. In my previous life, I would give her a huge tip. But now, there would be nothing. I shouted, "What do you mean by reaching out your hand? "Want money?" Lilia looked at me in amazement. I sneered. I added, "Be careful. I can chop your old paw off. "You don't know what you do for a living? Cooking is one of your jobs. "How dare you!" Lilia's face darkened. "Oh, Mr. Dickerson, I'm sorry. I'll do my job carefully, and I won't dare to ask for tips again."

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" I didn't understand, and he lightly tapped a finger against my chest. "Can't you let me in?" My heart fluttered, and I suddenly realized that he had breathtaking eyes, ones that were like seas of stars. There, surrounded by the starlight, was me. However, I wasn't ready, the pain from my past life giving me pause as it flashed in front of my eyes. "I—" "Shh…" Carl put a finger to my lips. "I don't need an answer now. I enjoy the process of chasing after you, you know?

"Wendy, don't stop me! Ricky's gone, and I don't want to live either! Tell me where he is. I'm going with him!" In my past life, I'd drowned in guilt, utterly convinced I'd personally killed my own son. I hadn't even seen Ricky's body before they buried him in a rush. Wendy flew into a panic. She had just spirited Ricky away. There was no way she could show me the corpse. All she could do was shriek, praying the noise would bring someone running in. True to her hopes, the door slammed open. My gaze locked onto a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Tiny thing was skinny but healthy. Way healthier than me. I bought food, toys, and a little bed. That evening, I sat on the balcony with it in my arms, watching the sun drop. It gently licked my hand. With a cat around, life didn't feel so empty. I even cooked for it. Watching it destroy the meal made me smile. I forced down a few bites too. Having company really did make things better. I just didn't expect someone to quietly unlock my front door in the middle of the night.

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

For the first time, hesitation crept into my heart. It was not because of Phoebe. It was because I realized that the trip had been like a mirror, reflecting parts of myself I had always avoided seeing. I began to wonder whether I had long grown tired of a life that felt too predictable, only lacking the courage to admit it. One weekend, Shanine brought up the idea of taking another short trip with Phoebe. Looking into her hopeful eyes, I suddenly understood something. Once a secret existed, it would never truly disappear.