Lives To Tell The Tale Novels & Stories

(And still I don't want a title of 'God'). The wide lap of this eternal sky is the shelter of every homeless and hopeless soul of the Ard. And that kid was also one of them, and I was interested in what if I cuddle his life with the huddles of lies. I narrated his life as a fact and people believe in it as a myth.

“Stop using your cryptic descriptions, tell us what we don’t understand!” I pause for a moment, unsure if the moment has finally come to tell the truth of my story. I opened my mouth, intending to start slowly, but the stress of the last few days came tumbling out of my mouth. It felt so good to finally admit to the true story of my rebirth, the violent death I suffered at the hands of Harper and Lucas, the vicious tyranny I witnessed in my past life, and finally the terrible fate I knew they were destined for if they weren’t willing to listen to me.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

"I never wanted you to. "You know, when you eat something delicious, your eyes light up like the sun. "When you hear a song that you like, you sing along, just a little off-key, but it's so adorable to me." I was stunned, not knowing what to say. He continued, "These precious memories I have of you are the best thing I could ever get in return." That day, I told him everything that had happened with me and Horace. Not in our past lives, but in this one. What happened in our past lives was just a dream, after all, and it wasn't worth mentioning.

He was dumbfounded and speechless. Be told the words he didn’t want to hear the most, his guts trembled. “You are the only one I want in this life,” he said. His emotions came rushing to his mind. There was sadness, guilt, and hate. Tears flowed down from Jestina’s eyes. “You were born to rule, and I was born to stand on the sideline,” she mumbled, tears still rolling down against her reddened cheeks. “To watch you be with another woman who was born to rule by your side.”

was my father's second wife and also my step mom Katherine #Reality# I and Jessy enquired for the address of the authoress, but unfortunately, it was reported that she had died of cancer 2 months ago, but her child Troy is still in town, living with his uncle (Katherine's brother) no one in the theatre knew were they stayed, but the fact that he is here in New York gives us big chance of finding him easily, my father being a vampire and Katherine being a mortal human, makes Troy a half breed vampire with limitations to his abilities

"It's not a book. I just made it up, based on a life story." "What life story?" Calla asked, her brows knitting in confusion. Vernon leaned back in his chair and drew in a deep breath. The usual edge in his eyes was gone and was now replaced by something raw and painful. "Our story." He slowly replied. "Yours and mine."

"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."

No music. Just him. And the deadliest silence Ryan had ever known. He began to speak. “I once read that stories don’t belong to the people who tell them,” Adrien said, voice calm and eerie. “They belong to the ones who survive them.” He looked toward the crowd but directly at Ryan. “So tonight, I’m taking back mine.” Gasps rose from the audience. Some people thought it was performance art. Others began to whisper his name. A few recognized him. Ryan stood slowly.

“I am not a storyteller, nor am I a willing participant in that as well.” Chaos laughed softly, “It’s funny, you know?” “What is?” She asked curiously. Chaos chuckled wryly, “Life, a cruel piece of shit, always demanding more than we can give. We are expected to rise from the ashes, only to be burned all over again.”