Life Span Club Novels & Stories

Even though she's from a rich family, the rich also has it own level. We have the average class rich, the middle class rich and the high class rich. Sonia falls in the middle class rich even though she didn't get to enjoy the benefits of the wealth. Jasper slowly opened his eyes seeing that the limo stopped. And the first thing he saw was Sharon staring out of the window with her mouth opened. “ Tch... Close your mouth or you might actually end up swallowing a fly. Besides no one wants to see your yellow teeth,” he said enjoying the change of expression on her face.

Amelia who had been waiting by the door joined her when she reached the door and they proceeded to step out together with Loretha and Monique trailing behind them. ***** The soft sounds of cutleries clinking could be heard faintly as Shirley and her father ate at the VIP section of the Chinese restaurant they were in. On the stereo, soft music was playing. It was a Chinese pop melody. "You will be gone for a week. I am going to miss you my dear," Mr Lucas said to Shirley who just rolled her eyes at him. "It isn't the first time dad. I travel all the time for modelling gigs and ballet performance," she said, and then reached for her glass of wine to take a sip from it.

I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old. This disease causes my body to generate excessive mucus, causing problems in my lungs, pancreas and other organs. There is no cure, but there is a treatment. There is also the possibility of a lung transplant, I have been on the waiting list for years, although if you ask me my hopes of having new lungs have gone down a cliff. I don't care anymore, I guess I have entered the acceptance phase, where if they talk to me about my life expectancy and confess that I only have a few months left I might sigh with relief, a break from all this what you call "life" wouldn't hurt.

The doc finally said I've three months left and if I tried I can get better. Brad and granny were heartbroken, but I knew how to cheer them up with my special yummy baking. Let it be for a day only. As the days passed a thought dwelled in my mind. Never once I lived for myself. Everything I did. I did for others so I made my 'to do' list. The things I wanted to do before dying and I will do them all in my last month of December. And well I'm writing this letter in October and it will get to you probably after two months of my expiry hehe. I sound creepy right ;)

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

Sebastian asked, "Mrs. Clementine, what should we do with this gift with no name?" One glance at Ciel across the room and I waved him off. "Get rid of it. Now." If that jealous man saw it, there'd be drama. After that, Stanley vanished for good. I heard he went back to Southport, walked away from everything, and lived alone the rest of his life. Never married. Ciel and I grew old together, surrounded by kids and grandkids. This time, when all was said and done, the past stayed buried. Stanley Hamilton and I never crossed paths again.

Gabin was surprised to see his friends and he excuses himself to say hi to the others. Falvio looks at ines and says "This looks like a date" "I wouldn't know. I haven't been to one" says Ines. "That's hard to believe. Didn't you have like proms?" asks Falvio. "I went to a convent. All girls" says Ines. "Don't girls have fun?" asks Falvio natoriously. "We did. We had drama club, chess club, sports club. So, yeah, it was fun" says Ines and Falvio creases his eyebrows and says "Don't act innocent. no one is that ignorant at this time and age"

Apart from the patriarchal system of the firstborn son inheriting everything, he was just not the right fit. By the time we called it a night, I was ready to retire to my rooms. Sal had just told me that this could go on for a week or more, which is something I'm familiar with. I bit my tongue and approached Alonzo to offer my condolences in the room full of people who were pretending not to be watching. Sal had his proud nannu look on as he clapped me on the shoulder before I begged off, citing the long flight I'd taken only that morning.

he said, and Cecilia tried not to look too disappointed. "No. I know you can revive someone, though. And that's what I'm most interested in. If I'm wrong, I want a do-over." she said, and Death arched an eyebrow. "For that to work, you'd have to lose your own life." he said, and Cecilia waved off that worry. "Let me handle that. Do we have a deal?" she asked, holding out her hand. "I'll accept the deal if you agree that when I bring you back, I get to choose the time frame. And you'll go on from there." he said, reaching for her hand.