Life Worth Living Book Novels & Stories

Now I live in Hawaii, where I own several properties and have various businesses in motion. Life has smiled on me in the best possible way, and I am very satisfied with everything. Andrés, my adoptive father, would be very proud of the woman he created. My father did a good job, but he didn’t have the empire I built myself. I’m a businesswoman, intelligent and shrewd. No man measures up to me, and they certainly can’t win me over with expensive gifts and tired lines. There isn’t a man on this earth for me; I feel great being alone. Besides, love makes you weak, so anything that makes me feel weak and vulnerable is discarded.

Be sensible. Every word carried a commanding tone. He clearly believed I would react the same way I always had—no matter how he mocked or humiliated my feelings, I'd eventually crawl back, apologizing just to stay by his side. Not this time. I gave a small shrug and tossed the phone straight into the trash can—along with the pathetic life I'd once lived. There was nothing left in this town to miss. My gambling father died years ago. I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew.

Not just survival, but the chance to actually live. And I wasn't going to waste it. Starting now, I would build a life worth living. Not just worth protecting. A life of creation and love and joy. A life where my daughter could flourish without fear. A life where my marriage could deepen beyond tactical partnership. A life where my company could inspire instead of just succeed. That was the real victory. And it started today. I gathered my sketches and went downstairs. Marcus was making breakfast. Emma was setting the table. Normal. Mundane. Beautiful.

Then it would demonstrate the multiplication – how my healing led to others' healing, how our family became foundation, how one death created countless lives. And it would end with an invitation: for readers to join the equation, to become multipliers of love in their own communities. "The Art of Living" wasn't just my story. It was a manual for transforming pain into purpose. And Lily had written the first chapter thirty years before I was ready to understand it.

Brooklyn asked. Turning away from Kendall, he said, “It’s a short piece about a man looking back on his life as he is dying.” “Wow, that sounds interesting,” Addy said. “I think it sounds a bit depressing,” Shea said, frowning. Brooklyn nudged her and said, “I think that sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ll have to let you know when the festival is and get you some tickets if you’d like to see it,” he offered.

In the year of longing the latter wasn’t an option. They were condemned to vegetate until even the core-healthy would wish for the end, as their life would feel deader than death could ever. All the time they kept invoking the high value of life, but ignored what living really meant. The laughter of a grandchild, gentle hugs among a group of friends, songs sung with strangers in a late night bar, or high emotions shared with others. Those were the things which gave a value to life, not the beating of a heart. It isn’t worth a dime without something that makes you want to keep breathing. Because a heart that beats, but no longer feels, might survive, yet won’t ever come alive.

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I am 24 years-old. I have been writing books since I was 13 years-old. I have wrote 6 books total, but lost 5 to a house fire, and did not have backups. I lost my want to write after losing my first 5 books. It has been 8 years since then. This is my first book I have published. I am a mother of 1 daughter, trying for a second child. I want to make a living as a author, but also become a daycare teacher. I have a cp in earily childcare. My passion is my child. I love and live for my family. They matter more then anything.

I told him and he nodded. "If they try to kill you off I will give you life, those bitches are crazy if they think I won't, becoming life has given me a treasure trove of knowledge and I will save you," Miguel stated. I chuckled internally at my soulmate. "I don't want them to punish you for helping me," I said as I turned and ran the back of my hand down the side of his handsome face. He smiled back and said we should get some sleep. I sighed and agreed seeing it was around two in the morning. I went to my bathroom and stripped down to my boxers, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I'd been living forever and before Miguel I would have welcomed my e

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