Life Worth Living Novels & Stories

Elita A lump forms in my throat, but I swallow it down and continue cutting into the steak, pretending his words didn’t affect me at all. I don’t want to give him a weakness, or he will prey on it, twist it, and manipulate me again. But…who am I kidding? A man who has lived for so long can read people like open books. “ I can keep you alive. ” Levian rests his chin over his fist and watches me intently. “ I can make sure you survive in this dead body. You can live a long life, Elita. How does that sound to you? Do you want to live? ”

After being diagnosed with heart failure, my adopted sister, Michelle Langley, and I are both hospitalized. But there is only one spot for a heart transplant. For three whole months, Michelle and I fight for that one chance of survival. A video of me confronting my parents in the hospital corridor over their favoritism toward Michelle is posted online. Everyone sees me as selfish and vicious, claiming that I'm willing to disregard family ties just to stay alive. The day before my surgery, my older brother, Dante Stone, comes to my hospital room. He stands in the doorway, looking visibly impatient. "Michelle is just 20 years old. Her life has just started. You've been sickly since you we

It was where I, Harvey Rhett, 19 year old undergraduate from the prestigious Starglint College and heir to BlueStream Advercomp lived – with my family… until things happened. ** I used to believe there was nothing better than a quick morning jog on my street, Vine Cutaways, with the clear morning breeze trickling down my windpipe, the melodious but unstable, high-pitched chirrups of birds filling the atmosphere and the cold, sweet feeling of perspiration sliding out of my skin as I waved at old folks with a smirk etched on my face. I used to believe a lot of things and one was that I was untouchable with all of my parents' wealth and fame but time, and murders, and Maisie changed my percepti

Death's face was so close to mine that I felt his hot breath as it fanned against my cheek causing me to scrunch up my nose in disgust. "When people, like your friend, get stuck between the living and dead it means there was a choice made the night that he died that could have stopped it all. It means that there is a version of your world out there in which he's still alive. Normally, spirits aren't as lucky as Deshawn Cervantes is to have someone like you to help him." My mind whirled into turmoil and every thought and feeling became unhinged. The thought of butterfly effects and different lives and worlds made my head spin.

Chapter Forty Four (Bradley POV) I hear the howls and approach after helping some of the wounded to see Wilder clutching Livie to his chest. The howls are mournful and the sight makes it hard to thank clearly. “Hey….hey boy wonder. She just needs rest, she will be fine. It looks worse than it is, just have someone get her a doctor.” “What happened?” I turn to see Alpha Christian on his knees staring at Livie with grief etched on his face. He reaches out towards her and a growl escapes Wilder’s lips as he gets up Livie still clutched in his arms. Alpha Christians arms falling to his side.

The men looked at me as I took in a deep breath and exhaled a bout of smoke that covered the room like a fog. “You see, I don't care about your opinions. As a matter of fact, I do not owe you an explanation either. Let's just say this is the nicest I am ever going to be about something of this nature happening. You are definitely going to have to pay for this that you have done but, you will not pay the ultimate price of death” I said and the men gasped. One of the councilmen looked around, his eyes darting around the room shakily before he fell to the floor, the tears running down his eyes as he crawled to me, begging for mercy.

However, she stayed, probably for Calvin's sake. "Emma had bargained with Whitney, agreeing to let Whitney step in and be there for Calvin as he grew up. The cost? Emma would vanish for good." James's voice cracked, unable to squeeze out another word. His fists were balled up, pressed hard against his mouth as he fought back tears. He could not shake the 'one thousand and ninety-fifth day' Whitney always talked about. Three whole years. Those were the years Emma had paid for with her life. What had they done in return? He had seen his oldest son treated her: bugs left dead in her room, her carefully crafted projects wrecked on purpose, and that cold winter day, not long after Calvin was born

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

But the lady ghost are a very bad class of wives. When they see an old boy, they are happy to run randomly. If they eats old boy's brain , the life span of the conifers increases. When Khokon's uncle remembered that, he started chanting Ram's name. I don't care which side of the river it is. The river is the favourite place of fish-eating wives. His screams increased as he remembered that.

he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room” “I had no choice at birth,” I exclaim with exaggerated annoyance and get up abruptly from the chair, causing it to fall but no matter, “you think it's so easy to go out into the world and put my best face forward! No, you don't, you are in good health, while I remain with stupid cannulas in my nose because my lungs are unable to create more oxygen, day by day I think about death and I come face to face with it when I see myself in the mirror” My nostrils are dilated, my breathing accelerated by rage and tears flood my