Life Saver Story Book Novels & Stories

Having been an invisible presence at home for ten years, I watch Mom and Dad hand me the only life ring as the cruise ship sinks, while they vanish into the ocean depths. Christian Gunn, my distant brother, desperately pushes me toward the shore until his body is completely frozen stiff by the icy seawater. He flashes a smile of relief and says, "Mom, Dad, and I have always regretted bringing you back to the Gunn family. If we hadn't, Freya would still be by our side. If there's a next life, please don't bother our family ever again." I watch his complexion turn increasingly pale before he closes his eyes forever. I can hear a rescue boat roaring nearby, but I smile wryly and, without a

Thanks dearest readers for staying with me to the end. It was a long journey indeed and I must admit... I enjoyed every second of this journey... This journey taught me three things... 1. Perseverance. 2. Persistence. 3. Patience. I hope this book taught you all a thing or two... Do tell me about it in the comments section below... As I said, this book is dedicated to my friend, Jemmy who died of Complications from Sickle cell anemia in August 2020.

"But life is a Rollercoaster, Liviana. It's a long, fun, and terrifying ride. And there's no getting off until the very end. So, you better enjoy it while it lasts." That woman had taught Liviana a valuable life lesson that day, and more than she knew, she had also given a young, hopeless girl her heart back. She had taught her of the rollercoaster that was life and had given her a new book to read from the cell her parents had her entrapped in. Only this book wasn't like the others. The words weren't the written form of deception and the book wasn't one where she was the side character in the story of her life. Instead, there was nothing. There were no lies, no loopholes, and certainly no g

she said, her voice deeper, like distant waves, "do you remember the fire?" He stopped, looked at the sun, then at the book. "I remember... a dream," he said. "A market, a girl who saved the stars. But it was just a dream, right?" June scanned the park. Under a tree, she spotted an old man in a white apron, holding a wooden spoon. He tipped his hat and smiled. Gabe. Alive. Real. June turned back to the book, opening to the last page. The list of the dead was gone. In its place, a new list—a list called "The Living."

She pointed with her finger and ran it down these books looking for a particular cover. “I have been saving this story for the right moment.” She directed her son to sit in the chair and when he sat down, she gave him the book. It looked ordinary to him, but it was obviously special to her. “This is the story of a young man who found a friend while on a journey. It is called ‘The Tale of Meru’.” He looked surprised because he was half expecting another history lesson. “Are you sure you have the right book?” “Yes, Yvayn, I am. I am not as boring as you would like to think I am.”

Message From Author "When Love Heals" is the English translation of the Thai novella "Duang Jai Khong Ma Prot", which explores the theme of an uncle and his illegitimate niece. Introduction In this story, Parker Callahan, the hero, has long harbored feelings for Lydia Harris, the girl next door. After a painful breakup caused by her boyfriend's betrayal, Lydia returns home feeling heartbroken. Seizing the opportunity, Parker steps in to offer her comfort and care. His gentle and affectionate nature makes Lydia's heart flutter, especially since his warmth and charm stand in stark contrast to her previous experiences. How could she not be moved and find solace in his embrace? Join us as their

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

Even when I could see I couldn’t make heads or tails of the stuff he does. While he is doing his thing he asks me how I’m doing. “ All things considered. I feel I’m doing good. I have gotten this blind thing mastered but I’m getting there. I’m walking better and better every day.” “ I got to say, Lilly. I’m impressed.” Brick says. “ Well, I figured I could handle all of this one of two ways. I could lay down and give up. Or I could get up, dust myself off, and tackle everything that gets thrown at me. I didn’t want to let these guys win. I didn’t want to be a victim. I wanted to be a survivor. So that’s what I did.” Brick handed my phone back to me. “ It is all set.” He leans over and hugs

I couldn't help but smile and let out a chuckle. So, for the next few hours. Rahul and I talk. He told me stories about his childhood and how his parents were poor. He had siblings, but because of the poor conditions that they were living in, they died—one by one. I felt sad and cried for him. Next, he told me how he met his wife, my great-grandmother, a peace-loving woman who loves gardening. He told me his wife would love me if she were alive. Then he told me he and Odin are good friends and do business together. Odin was working under him before he ruled the gangster world. When some thugs were stealing from Rahul's supplies, one was about to shoot him until Odin took the bullet for him.

Where survival wasn’t a whisper but a song. The flyer outside the building read: From Survivor to Storyteller. Jack had driven her that morning, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to squeeze hers. Lila had drawn her a picture to carry in her purse—a crayon sketch of the three of them holding hands under a giant, smiling sun with the words "MY MOM IS BRAVE" scrawled underneath. “You’re going to be so brave, Mommy,” Lila had said, placing it in her hands like a medal of honor.