Live On Purpose Novels & Stories

All the disappointment built up over the years had already made me let go of everything. As soon as I got off the train, I went straight to the hospital. Steve's hospital room was filled with his former students. Some of them were elites in their fields, while others had chosen to stay and build up the village. As I sat beside the bed, Steve smiled warmly, saying in a gentle voice, "Kate, you're here. I saw the news about your research center in the papers. That's wonderful. "The greatest pride of my life is having taught students like you. Only with all of you would our country have hope and grow stronger. We don't have to live in fear of anyone."

THE tax that the government collects is for the benefit of the country, not for my medical expenses or other people’s extravagant expenditures. I need to speak with my father later. In the midst of my inaction, I decided to activate my cellphone and look for what-if events on the internet. Unexpectedly, I stumbled on a website titled Live Suicide, which piqued my interest, so I clicked on it and read the passage. Live Suicide is an exclusive platform where people put an end to their lives and commit suicide virtually where many rich people can watch it!

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

Her voice was full of panic, but to me it all felt strangely ridiculous. "The combat healer program is excellent. Helping on the front lines is meaningful work." I used a reason she couldn't reasonably argue against, then added lightly, "Besides, no matter how dangerous it is, at least I have proper food, shelter, and instructors watching my back. I've lived through days where survival depended on luck… This is nothing compared to that." Mom broke into sobs. "Shee, are you blaming us for losing you and for forcing you away?" I hadn't expected her to say something like that. I wanted to say something, but no words came out.

After all, my words have never truly reached you. I stared at the stars in the distance and clenched my jaw tightly, forcing myself to hold back from explaining. Just then, fireworks lit up the night sky outside. It was Halloween that day. I gazed at the stars and sighed softly. Before I knew it, I had already held on for three years. Three years ago, my ex-husband, Lucaro Ricci, died in an assassination attempt. After his death, he remained by my side as a spirit. I sought out a priest about this issue. He told me it was because Lucaro loved me too much, and that his love had become an obsession, preventing him from ascending to heaven.

My Jordan gave up after seeing the news. He had not woken up for a long time and when he did, that was what he saw first. Why would he live anymore? Was there a point when the woman who made him want to live was gone? I was so sure that he wouldn’t survive this? What was the purpose of my life? No husband, no son, no daughter in law. What was the need to live? It’s over and I was willing to accept it. I was willing to let go of everything that I had been holding on to. It wouldn’t be bad to join them, would it?

Shelly POV: so many things are happening in my life. I just feel so confused. I just want to live my life with my daughter. BUT no. God has other plans that's why this is happening to me because I can't control my feelings towards someone. Certain someone. When I walk out from the club I goes to my home. On my way back to home my phone rings continuously. Just when I got home and sat down the sofa doorbell rang. I furrowed my eyes that who could be on this time. I get up then open the door. Their stood the man that I don't want to see at that moment. But how could he get here so fast. We stared at each other.

"That's always been your gift. Taking the worst moments and transforming them into healing for others." Inside my consciousness, the two hundred and forty-four integrated lives settle peacefully. After twelve years, Alaska is finally just a part of my story instead of the defining moment. I'm Hope Whitmore. Thirty-one years old. Council Elder. Program founder. Teacher. Wife. A person who is learning to live instead of just surviving. The work continues without being at the center of it. And somehow, impossibly, that's enough.

I asked. "Well, first of all. Life's purpose," Grandma Jo began, "it's not about one defining moment, dear. It's about all the little moments that make up a lifetime. And as for death," she continued, "it's a part of the journey. We can't change that, but we can embrace life fully, every day we have." "Do you think you've lived a life with purpose?" She blinked at me when I said this, and I rushed to explain myself. "I don't mean to offend you in any way. I just want to see how you perceive the world we live in."

On the day of our family trip, I wake up early, only to find the house empty. As I wonder what is going on, a message from my younger twin brother, Carson Smyth, suddenly pops up in the family group chat. "Oh, no! I forgot to update in this group chat that the departure time has been moved forward!" The very next second, the message is deleted. I stare blankly at the empty chat, my eyes stinging. So they have another group chat—one that doesn't include me. Still reeling, I get a call from Mom. "I'm sorry, Caleb. The departure time was moved up by an hour, and I forgot to tell you. Hurry and take a cab here! You might still be able to catch up—" My older sister, Carina Smyth, cuts her o