Live On Purpose Novels & Stories

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

“I just want… to live for myself from now on. I was pretty much a failure my whole life. I had no friends, and I was never the one picked for any teams or events. In the past, I thought that my life was ruined. “But now that I think about it, we all have our purpose in life. At the very least, God let me meet you. “At the moment I think about how there will still be someone who will remember me after I die, I’m no longer afraid.” At night, Liam and I went down the mountain. When I was tired, he carried me down. While I leaned against his back, I asked, “Liam, when you said that you didn’t have any family left, what did you mean?”

I needed to figure out my life and actually live it. Finally live.

.📍 Living With him 📍 [ Taming Mr popular] Episode 18 By Adebayo dolapo. Mrs Rachel POV 💣 My plans are going the way I want it, I can't wait to have you as the wife of my son... I laughed slightly... I already sent a maid to be giving me free back about them , I can't wait for my son be in love with miss crazy 🙄🙄🤣. Ma'am am ready, I heard my p.a voice.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

How could I, a dying man, convince an ancient entity of my unwavering purpose when I barely had the will to draw another breath? Misha leaned in, her gaze locking with mine. "Look at me, Damon. Look at our future. Focus on that. Your purpose is to live. To be a father. To be my husband. To protect our family. That is your truth. That is your purpose." I took a shaky breath, forcing myself to push past the fear, past the pain, past the creeping oblivion. For her. For them. This was the only thing I had left. My love. My purpose.

Now, reason is a must. The purpose of life gets met. There is occasion for celebration. All set. All in joy’s set. Amen. Here’s a short verse to end: If you feel pain, If you feel there is no gain, Remember we—we are here within reach, All within reach of life, and all life within reach. Mercy the storm that no more can drive us crazy. Amen. Make rich your purpose to live. Have hope filled in eyes and get tears departed. Amen to the floor of life.

" And that's it, my friend, leaving the past behind and living today because only God belongs to tomorrow." There are people who make plans and there are people who let life happen as it should. None of these people are wrong. Each one is living their life purpose. There are people who leave work and travel the world; others build their families and make a home; others love their jobs. And each person has their own way of living. Each person has a way of feeling the world.

Places where survivors could live, not just survive. “You wrote this?” he asked, impressed. “With help from Carrie. And James. And every person we ever met who told us what it really means to start over.” River flipped to a page marked with Skye’s highlighter: Home is not a place. It’s a verb. “That’s the title,” she said. “That’s the campaign.” River let out a low whistle. “You’re serious about this.” She nodded. “We have the platform now. The money. The backing. Rewrite was never supposed to be just stories on paper. It’s time the world matches the pages.”