Little Lives Book Novels & Stories

Panicked, I explained, "I… I didn't, Dad… I…" My father slapped me across the face. Furious, my mother made me stand outside the house the whole night. That was when reality hit me. I could get into the best university the nation had to offer, and this family still would not recognize me. In our previous lives, Melanie's office burned up not long after she got a job there. The burned beam smashed into her, and she lost her legs. The compensation money was hefty, but she could no longer live a normal life. After I took over the steakhouse, I gave free meals to a weakened young man. He had not a penny to his name.

When I came to, I saw my mother's anxious face hovering above me. My hand instinctively went to my lower abdomen. It was flat, as if that tiny life had never existed inside me. In my previous life, my daughter was born frail. She had spent weeks in an incubator. At one point, the doctors even issued a critical notice.

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

"Just call me when you need to spice up your life." Seriously? Girls throw themselves at him like this? I mean, I know that he’s like a Greek God, but is he that good to have every girl groveling at his feet? “You can come out now.” I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard his voice near me. “You scared the sh*t out of me!” “It is not polite to eavesdrop, housemate.” “I wasn’t eavesdropping. I went downstairs to get a drink because I couldn’t sleep with all the noises upstairs.”

Without looking up, Lizzy nodded as she licked her fingers, but she remained quiet. “Lizzy?” The girl looked up again. “You don’t have to say a word now, but will you talk to me one day? I would really like to play dolls with you.” The girl’s eyes widened and light danced inside her huge orbs. In excitement, Mercedes’ heart picked up a faster rhythm. “Would you like that?” Lizzy nodded faster. “I would, too, but I cannot play with you unless you talk to me.” Lizzy lowered her eyes as she gobbled down the remainder of her roll.

That, however, some of them looked crazy. Sherry, Lewis, and Jin! They knew that book. However, Nami was not and the rest. They haven't seen that book once! "This book was published by an Author named, Luis Juarez." He said. "Ah..." Sherry, Jin, and Lewis shake. "Why? Why must it appear again?" They asked themselves. They knew what is that book! They must because they have seen it! "Our book of life!" They called in their minds. They came from that book! They are just fiction made by an author's imagination!

I didn’t make it far, just up to an abandoned park, it’s where my car died, it wouldn’t start anymore but it was okay, that’s as far as I’m going from here. Lulu, my stuffed grey wolf with purple eyes was my one and only loyal friend, she was with me when I spent the six dollars, when I was too hungry and was ready to beg for food. She was also hidden in my backpack when I applied for the job in the local library, I always had a weak spot for the books and stories, when they took me I couldn’t be happier.

Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead, or actual event is purely coincidental. WARNING: Please be advised that this story contains sensitive content, mature themes, and strong language that are not suitable for very young audiences. You have been warned. Don't read this book if you're uncomfortable with the above content. ******

--- The twins stirred, tiny fingers curling against my shirt. Elian’s laughter drifted faintly from the hallway as he played with his toy blocks. The house felt alive again — messy, warm, loud in all the best ways. And somewhere between the chaos and the quiet, I realized something: Our life wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t calm. But it was ours. And that was enough. END OF CHAPTER 106