Life Series Novels & Stories

Lance is black, the son of the local priest, I'm Italian, and my father sends lots of business his father's way on their way to the hereafter. "Move your piece of shit out of my way." "There's nothing wrong with my car." "It's fifty years old." "So what? It still runs." "Good for you now get the fuck outta my way." His stubborn ass refused to move. I put the car in reverse and slammed back into him, and listened to him curse me through the headpiece as he tried to get out of my way. "Fuck it, Gabriel, wait for me." I sped down the driveway leaving him in my dust.

All the same, I made a quick call to Uncle Guy to keep an eye on Pop and make sure no one got close to him. If this person, whoever he is, was here, I still won't stop what I'm doing. If I lived by the fear of what others may do, then I wouldn't be living. I came here to do something, and I'm going to see it through to the end. Speaking of endings, I pulled up Antonio and Teresa's home feed on my little extremely secure device. Unbeknownst to most, Antonio's life has been unraveling for the past six months.

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

MORE BASIC INFORMATION Height 5' 7" (170 centimeters) Weight 127.1 pounds (57.65 kilograms) Hair Color Brown Blood Type A- Mother's Maiden Name Civil Status Single Educational Background Current student at UCLA EMPLOYMENT & FINANCE (leave blank whichever isn't applicable to you) Employment Status Student Monthly Salary Occupation(Job Title) Company Name Company Size Industry PERSONAL INFORMATION (leave blank whichever isn't applicable to you) Vehicle 2006 Nissan M Car License Plate L75-GLT Signature (Insert signature) Biography Writer, Incurable food enthusiast, Evil

Without even seeing it in action, I know it's the expression she used to fight her way through the battlefield of the classroom. “…I was like that, too. From the day I was born until now, actually. I had a personality that never changed. Or maybe more like a worldview.” I continue, with my face looking down. “What?” “To me, life is the worst kind of game. Life is absurd. Cool characters profit, and poor characters are exploited. There are no principles worth respecting. It’s just a game of chance. There’s no point in pouring my time and energy into something like that, and there’s no need to. That was my way of thinking.”

wouldn't hurt. I may sound pessimistic, but I like to call it realism. Many people come daily with the best words of encouragement anyone could hear, before those words brought me hope, now? Frustration, disappointment, annoyance and sadness. I feel the pressure on my shoulders as if it were my duty to stay alive when the disease gradually degenerates without being able to do anything about it other than follow the treatment to the letter and wait patiently for it to work, and in many cases not even a strictly regimented treatment can ever work.

( Love you little one) These five months I won't let anything distract me or anyone. I'm only here for business and to protect Lucas, Alexander and his family until the Mexican mafia is taken care off for good. I'm going to end them once and for all. I'm only here for business reason and nothing else.

Sensing her defeat, Professor felt relief wash over him and he grabbed the file from her hands, opening it to see the information once again. “ It's the case of a person who is accused of killing his mother, father and his younger sister...” Professor started emotionlessly, not looking at Sia, who was clenching her fists harder. Family was a sensitive spot for her, but she needed to be professional about it.

I searched about the series and found out that it was cancelled after two seasons and she never had any TV series offers, until she auditioned again for other projects, I respect her hustle, but I couldn't respect her as a person. I won’t forgive her for ruining my marriage.

The others all stopped what they were doing and looked at Lindsay. She took the page and began to read it. It was James; there was no doubt. As she began to read it, she saw that it listed a different date of birth from the one she knew. Everything was different than what she knew it to be. The last line was the only thing that she knew to be true. It listed his status as deceased/killed.