Live On Purpose Novels & Stories

Her voice carried a hopeless certainty. “I won’t let that happen. I’ll find a way. You can’t die, Adriah,” I said firmly, setting the tray of food in front of her. She lifted her gaze, meeting mine. “Why are you doing this?” she asked. I shrugged. “I don’t know. But a part of me wants you to live. It’s like… it’s my purpose in life.” Her brows furrowed, clearly not understanding what I meant. I took a deep breath. “For the first time in my life, Adriah, I feel like I have a purpose. And it started the moment I first saw you.”

I could feel his shameless stares but I did not say anything. “Are you okay?” I paused. Am I okay? Yes! I am. When Dan was chasing me, I could only think of one thing. Survive. Surviving in spite of the great danger waiting for me. I know now that treasuring my own life is one of the most important things in this world. My daughter needs me. My patients need me. There are people who want me to survive in spite of the pain and suffering this world has given me. My dad, my daughter, Tyler, my aunt and uncle, my cousin, my patients. They all want me to survive. I still haven't fulfilled my purpose, that's why I should continue living.

OUR LIVES ARE IN YOUR HANDS. BE CAREFUL, TOO. They stared at the paper not believing what was before them then it made sense, it was from Sal and when they were almost caught, the reason he'd said there's nothing there was to save them. He had seen them, he probably knew that they'd checked his phone, too and he DID want them to know all that was going on, he just couldn't tell them - for their sakes. **

The story is for entertainment purpose only. Coming back from the doctor’s clinic, completing the last set of my routine check-up makes me want to take a break from all of this and head out of this city for just a few weeks where I can live how I want and do whatever I would like. Seeing people suffering from all kinds of ailments makes me want to be grateful for life.

This was my purpose in life. Fuck fate. My purpose was to make my people’s lives better.

“And I don’t want to need some cosmic purpose to justify my existence. I don’t want to be someone who only matters because I’m doing something big and important.” I pulled Lyra closer. "I just want to be a wolf. A mate. Fatherhood, hopefully fatherhood one day. A grandfather who shares embarrassing stories. A memory my grandchildren share. Something little and real and entirely mundane.” Now Lyra had tears falling silently down her face. But she was listening. Really listening. “I want to die knowing that I lived well,” I said. "Not perfectly. Not heroically. Just well. With purpose and connection and love. And I want you to take that forward. To be the Guardian who recalls that immortality

“Like me… life goes on. Our mothers left us… but the only way we could really make them live in our memories… is if we start living our lives again. Forgive. And move on.” “When I came here, I had no sense of purpose anymore. I had no will to let go of that tragic day. I lived that day over and over in my head for the past three hundred and sixty-five days. I didn’t want to see again, because I thought nothing in the world was good and beautiful anymore.” He took a deep breath. “But I would give everything just to see your face right now.”

He spoke to us, and I remember his words that day. "You have been chosen to live with a purpose. Each one of you will live and die for a grand purpose. Your life is gaining meaning from today… taken from the streets to be given a home. You will be trained and groomed to be one of us. If you can withstand our training and survive our tests, you will be honored as one of our brothers and become part of us." His voice echoed throughout the building.

"But... Miss Amanda Grayson is also the adopted daughter of Mr. Andres. In his original will, he named her as the sole heir. In cases like this, the inheritance is divided and goes to both parties. My decision is that you two live together for a year, under the same roof, working together, and that your relationship becomes the best it can be. Only then will I be able to give you the inheritance in equal parts. If not, and you continue to fight and argue in every hallway, the inheritance will go to charity. That’s in the last clause of the will, in case Miss Amanda doesn’t want it." WHAT? I HAVE TO LIVE WITH THIS IDIOT?! I refuse. "Excuse me, Your Honor, what do you mean by living together u

“Then it’s true. We don’t just fight for survival today. We fight for the world.” I looked at them both, the woman who gave me life, and the woman who gave me purpose, and I nodded. “Then let’s end this before it begins.”