Live On Purpose Novels & Stories

[Zeve’s POV] “What do you mean, if I am living? Of course, I am.” He said, tilting his head as he narrowed his eyes. “What is the purpose of your life? What keeps you going?” He peered into my eyes for a long time, then said with a subtle smirk, “told you right now. It’s to change this world. That’s the only goal of this life of mine.” “But how? By killing countless people. By being merciless and heartless. By violence? If that is what you are living for, then what are you living for?”

I am an outsider, an outcast to this foreign place, alone and homeless. On the way to this point, I several times thought of giving up. Because why am I still alive? For what else? To live a life full of misery is useless. To live with a haunting past is like living in nightmares. So now, the question repeats itself in my mind. Why am I still thriving to live until now? It is the question I always ask myself every time I'm in danger. Because it reminds me of my reasons. And each time I remember the purpose of this life, it gives me the fuel to live.

I replied, smiling. "It’s an anchor," he said, placing it firmly in my palm. "We don't need a signal to tell us where we belong. We don't need a mission to give us purpose. We are the purpose. And as long as we are here, in this house, on this land, that is the only mission that matters."

He knew very well that they both were meant to be together and that just meant that even if they were separated, they would still end up together cause that's what their destiny said. “I love you.” She said as she hugged him tighter, her eyes closed and a smile fixed on her face. She didn't want to leave him not now, never. “I love you more.” He said, placing his chin in the crook of her neck. She was his happiness and the one he loved the most. He realized that making someone his reason to live on was not right cause now his reason for living was going to help others cause that's what he liked the most and that's what gave him happiness.

"But you are right. I have more living to do. I do not know how to do it without you but I will try." I took a shaky breath. Let it out slowly. "I am going to live. For both of you. I am going to live so fiercely that when I finally join you I will have so many stories to tell." For the first time since they died, I felt something besides grief. A tiny spark of purpose. Small but real.

“Why would you do that stephany? You know the situation we're in right now,why would you drink now we have to do another checkup because what you did last night might even reduce the time you have left to live. how could you be so careless? I'm doing everything I can to keep you alive but you're throwing all that away” “Well I just wanted to live.I wanted to experience all the things because I'm going to die anyway. What's the purpose of staying at home? I'm trying to protect the heart that isn't even worth it. I'm going to die anyway Haley and you're not going to stop that, so please just let me be. I want to live just like everyone else”

He wants to feel me that they'll not get us. "Theologically, logically and critically speaking, what's the purpose of humanity?" I kill my curiosity before it kills me. "To live and let live. To love and be loved. To be treated equally. To know your meaning and fulfill your purpose." Padre squinted, then looked heavenward. "Just like words in the dictionary, right? If I read all those words again and again, can I know my purpose, Padre?" "If that so you are in the process of knowing your purpose. If you stop reading, you start fulfilling it eventually."

On the morning of the wedding, the bridesmaids decided to play a quick trivia game with Grayson Cross before our first look. He had to get three questions right before he could see me. I thought he would get them all easily. To my surprise, he got the very first one wrong. “What shoe size does the bride wear?” Without hesitation, he answered, “Size 6.” “What’s the bride’s favorite color?” “Blue.” Everyone exchanged glances, and the atmosphere grew awkward. So they asked him an absurdly easy question. “What year did the bride graduate from college?” Everyone thought there was no way he could get that one wrong. After all, we had been classmates in college. “2013. The year she gradua

Scar's Childhood Home, October 17th 09:45 I SWEAR, I PROMISE, I DO "To the end of the world it is..." "We are joined here today to witness Mr Christian O'Connor and Miss Kahlani Pierce join in holy matrimony. If you could all take your seats..." the town's priest called out.

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.