Live On Purpose Novels & Stories

The cameras were now all focused on me. I smiled. "Of course. S.T.A.Y's purpose and goal are all in the name itself. 'Stay Together, Always Yours'." I glanced at the three members seated to my right and then the one member on my left before looking at the anchor. "We are here to stay. We intend to stay together through everything put before us – together with the members and our precious True. Without True, we are nothing. And to True, we have dedicated ourselves." I looked at the camera with the flashing light that indicated that it was filming at the moment. "'Always Yours'. Our purpose is True and we hope to give True a reason to stay." It was scripted but I had meant every word of it. I

Death wipes a tear off my face, and then settles back down, his eyes going to me, and then back to the ground in front of him. "Is that how you comfort people?" I ask him. "I've been not alive for so long, but the living and human customs are still in me...somewhere." he responds wistfully, his gaze to the ceiling. I don't say anything for a bit, standing up, and holding out my hand to him. "Thank you. But I must wake up now, and see what I can do to help in this situation. Mason only gave me so much time to track and find that disaster of a woman Isadora." I say, hissing her name harshly.

"I'll do what I've always done. I'll love people. I'll help where I can. I'll watch the next generation carry forward what we started." "And?" "And I'll write. I want to tell the whole story. From Lily's sacrifice to today. I want people to understand how one moment of love can ripple outward for generations." "What will you call it?" I looked around my new apartment, decorated with photos of our vast chosen family, awards from governments around the world, and artwork made by children whose lives had been saved. "I'll call it 'The Art of Living,'" I said. "The story of how broken people learned to choose love over fear, healing over hurt, hope over despair."

Strip away the family fortune and reputation, and you've got absolutely nothing. Sebastian's mother was imprisoned because of what happened to Mom, and he was banned from joining Hamilton Corporation. Even so, he never lacked food, clothing, or luxuries. The whole living in the "housekeepers' quarters" story was just his own sob story. His actual room was only slightly smaller than mine. In my previous life, he lived quite lavishly after he went abroad with no one to supervise him. I was curious to see what would happen to him in this lifetime.

I froze for a moment as I watched the woman from yesterday run to me . " What were you going to do ? Do you have any idea how many floors this building has ? Do you want to die?" she questioned . " Yes I want to die ." I answered truthfully ."Look I don't know what you've been through but I do know that death is not the answer." I've lost everyone ,what's there to live for . I said . I'm Josy a psychologist. You can come see me whenever you want. I'm only 2 blocks away . Just remember " Place your hand over your heart , Can you feel it ? That is called purpose , You're alive for a reason so, don't ever give up."

she waved her hand to some of the success photos, “started out as a hope but quickly morphed into a mission. This foundation’s purpose was to give survivors everything that they need to shape their lives into whatever it is that they want it to. I want to thank each and every person that has lent their support over the years. We couldn’t have made this work without it.” Everyone is dancing and chatting later on in the night. It was exactly what we all needed. Something that I learned long ago was that life had ups and downs. That was precisely why it was imperative that we took every opportunity to appreciate the little things as well as the big. Life was hard, but we did not have to face it

“I know you’ve been through hell, and I know you’re still standing. That’s more than most people can say.” Her breath hitched. I leaned back slightly, giving her space but not letting her retreat. “You think you’ve lost everything—mates, friends, family. But you’re still here. And that? That means there’s still something for you. Purpose doesn’t come gift-wrapped, Zara. You claw it out of the dark, same way you claw your way through everything else.” Her lips parted, like she wanted to argue, but no words came. For a long moment, it was just silence—the kind that hums with all the things you don’t say.

The audience responds with enthusiastic clapping, eager to hear what she has to say. “Good afternoon, my fellow citizens, I stand before you today as a beacon of resilience and hope for our community. Throughout my life, I have encountered significant personal challenges, including the heartbreaking loss of my stepbrother and father, experiences that have taught me the profound depths of loneliness and grief. Yet, amid these trials, I have been immensely grateful for the unwavering support and love of my partner, Devon, who has been my anchor during the stormiest of times. Now, as a proud mother, I have discovered an even greater purpose: to advocate for the future of our children and our ci

“You've opened my eyes to how limited my leadership has been.” I turned to face him. “We're partners. We lead together.” “Together,” he agreed. Later that night, lying in his arms, I told Christian about my next goal. “A sanctuary program. For rejected or abused wolves. Somewhere they can heal safely.” Christian's response was immediate. “We'll present it to the elders tomorrow. Start planning.” I fell asleep feeling purposeful and powerful. For the first time in my life, I wasn't just surviving. I was *thriving*.

In the face of loss, they had found a purpose — a purpose to transform grief into a source of inspiration, and in doing so, they were not only honoring Sophia's memory but also illuminating the path for others seeking solace and courage on their own journeys. Their small apartment, once a witness to grief and shared memories, had undergone a transformation. Now, it resonated with the soft cadence of typing, the rhythmic dance of computer keys echoing the purpose that had found a home within those walls. The air was filled not only with the joyful laughter of their daughter, Sophia, but also with the subtle hum of hope, a palpable presence that permeated the space.