Little Lives Book Novels & Stories

But I jumped the last three stages simultaneously. The living room was empty. Too empty. The kids weren't there. Not Liam. Not Mira. Not Nora. Only the blue book was on the ground. Opened. And before that was a little boy. About eight years old. Wet. Barefoot. With amber eyes. He turned to me. It was Emil. But older. Not the Emil from above. Another. The one from the first loop. He kept the ribs as if he had pain. And said gorging:

My life couldn't get any better than it is now and I thank god everyday for sending this angel into my territory! ***Book 2 : Dice's little runaway will be out within the week. 5 chapters are already completed***

They weren't babbling incoherently, not the way you'd expect someone so tiny to do but speaking in complete sentences. Now I found something else to be pissed about. She's had a head start; now I've got to get my hands on any and all publications about babies. I wasn't exactly scared because I live for challenges, but this was a little bit different; this involved precious little innocents. My precious little innocents.

I choked out, my entire body trembling as I stared at the pistol in his hand, waiting for the inevitable. “You owe me a considerable sum, one I’m certain you can’t afford. So, why don’t I help you out by making your life easier?” He flashed a wicked smile, lifting the gun slightly. “I could take that burden off your shoulders by taking your life.” “No, no! Please!” I screamed, my voice breaking as a gunshot rang out. The bullet whizzed past me, so close I could feel the heat of it. My heart lodged in my throat. “Almost,” he laughed, clearly enjoying the fear twisting through me.

It's a handwritten book by a toddler. Lucifer looked at the drawing. It had a sun with two adults and a child in the middle. The book had a name written: Jessica's mommy and daddy. Lucifer glances through the book and turns to the second page; it says to believe. The third page says, ‘I have not abandoned you.’ The fourth page, ‘if you are reading this it is because it was planned you find this.’ As Lucifer turns the page, he sees gods hand reaching out of the sky. As he checks the other pages, it is all blank. This is where your story begins. Tossing it aside, Lucifer can't help but tear up, seeing this girl's picture with long blonde hair and about seven years old.

"But life is a Rollercoaster, Liviana. It's a long, fun, and terrifying ride. And there's no getting off until the very end. So, you better enjoy it while it lasts." That woman had taught Liviana a valuable life lesson that day, and more than she knew, she had also given a young, hopeless girl her heart back. She had taught her of the rollercoaster that was life and had given her a new book to read from the cell her parents had her entrapped in. Only this book wasn't like the others. The words weren't the written form of deception and the book wasn't one where she was the side character in the story of her life. Instead, there was nothing. There were no lies, no loopholes, and certainly no g

To live, you have to die. Like all things born of fire and the moon, This story will begin at the end. What the hell did I just read? Was this book telling me that I would have to kill myself to gain life? As I read and reread the words, I felt a hole in my heart. There was no doubt, but I also couldn't understand how I could come to life after... leaving. I looked around the room, amazed. “Rhea,” I called my wolf. “What is this book asking me to do?” For the first time, she was as perplexed as I was.

“Castor, you truly are the best.” “Are Oreos one of your cravings?” Christian asks. “I don’t have any cravings.” “Oreos and coffee are Livie’s guilty pleasures.” Castor sounds tired and I take him in again and notice the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled appearance. “Castor sit down and eat some with me. Alpha I think we are done here. I haven’t seen my friend in a long time and the time in your dungeon didn’t suit him.” “I’m didn’t torture him or anything he was fed and just stayed down there.”

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

It wasn’t long before sleep was overtaking me. The room is cold and covered in darkness. I search for a way out or for someone to help me, but there’s nothing. Rubbing my hands up and down my arms to not only fight the cold but the fear that grips my heart. Why am I here, and how did I get here are the questions that swirl around in my head. I keep walking with no end in sight. Then the unthinkable happens. Hands reach from out of the darkness to grip my neck. I fight to get them off. The more I fight, the more they tighten. My lungs are burning as I fight for air. There’s no face, just hands that are trying to take my life. I keep trying to fight, but I’m losing the battle. I feel myself a